“things might not be ok.
shock, sadness, embarrassment, fear, pain, numbness, panic.
nothing else stuck.“
I am infectious.
Made dinner with david. Strawberries and yogurt.
I want to go back in time.
March 4, 2008
“numb thoughts, unfocused movements, nightmares”
all I can think of is people with giant holes in their abdomen.
I want to lay in bed forever.
Fatty is dead. I buried her under a rock.
These cats are falling. Where will they splat??
Mr Grumbles skipped town, but left his leg behind.
These were my legs. When they were still pretty.
All that is left is your shadow on the wall.
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