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there’s a puddle of mud on the floor. i look at it and feel bile rising on my throat. mud makes me sick. everything makes me sick.
later on, there’s a puddle of bile almost close to the puddle of mud. i feel sick yet again but i go away.
from everything that makes me sick.
everything makes me sick.Posted By silbs On 04.11.2012 @ 7:34 am
These are the only thing I could hold on to. Branches. To keep me from falling to my death. To keep me fro falling to my end. I look down and gulp. If I fall, I;m surely to be in pieces, The branch creaks along with me. Is this my end? Funny how one day I couldn’t pay attention to the thing that’s now holding my life.Posted By silbs On 04.08.2012 @ 9:03 am