look at me now.

Sunday 1 April 2018

old flame.

A brand new knife. The tiles overly tempting. A type of liquid to knock you out. Excessive smoking. Too much sleep or not at all. Appetite lost. Drowning in liquor. Smelling of garbage. Skin drying, breaking. Water consumption decreasing. Mental health receding. Vision blurring. Itching to move. Struggling not to. Focus disordered. Mind muddled, cluttered. Body thrown all over. Disoriented. Deteriorating.

"You don't love yourself"

Not that. But okay.

-riri-

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