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I didn’t do it.
You would literally not believe what I will tell you, like a fucking miracle, shortly after the last update things got interesting and I got sidetracked. And for the first time in my life, I literally forgot I was doing this at all.
And I won’t go into great detail because who the fuck are you and why do I care what you know?
But it was exciting. It was thrilling. And it was sad and happy…
…just to be able to avoid acknowledging the hurt of others, to in return have a built-in excuse that allows me to ignore my own. A clever little trick that makes it appear as though the reason I’d be a hypocrite is because of talking about it, but in reality, I’m a hypocrite for pretending we aren’t all scarred and broken. Scared and chokin’ on the thoughts unspoken.
I tell people to open up, speak their truths, acknowledge their pain and work through it by exposing themselves to the trauma head-on. Meanwhile, I speak to no one about the demons I face. Quiet internal battles. I’m so well versed at the art of misdirection that I’ve trained myself to store backup smaller traumas to disclose the moment I’m questioned on the subject. Practical, tactical…
…life trying to piece together who I believe I am, all while pretending I have it figured out. I haven’t a shred of an idea.
Word vomit covers the floors and surfaces, splashing across in random directions. I seek patten in all the madness hoping to find organized chaos. Lingering shadows hover over my shoulder with twisted grins watching my every move.
Perpetual nausea in the pit of my stomach leaves a lasting unease to pair with the chest pressure restricting airflow. Only in deep breaths does…
Ancient the sting of fiends with dried wings
These being's death sound like rings
Ain't it fresh when breaths sing?
Faded stress from great things
Slayed fits suited for….
She makes you take your clothes off and go dancing in the rain.
But when we reviewed the footage, there was no one but you, sir.
We’ve got you in multiple camera talking to yourself in the rain naked.
The bodies were found nearby and the knife had your hand prints on it. All the evidence aims towards a premeditated murder. But based on your account, it seems you’ll likely plea insanity.
The interrogation room door swings open with one of the officers reviewing the footage in another room with a horrified look on his face. “Sir, I we need you to come…