driving home with tight lips and tears on constant threat of spilling onto my cheeks energy building up screaming lyrics harmonies until they become nothing distinguishable from the migrane pounding in my head turn it up so that my mind might explode trying not to think of pearls of blood and how sweet the salt is laughing to hysterics with my friends voice over the phone as i try and calm down exhaustion creepingaround the corners with suggestion of a crash
home collapse drugs blankets cat stevens sleep
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