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this is wrong, i thought to myself
as nails printed red marks onto soft skin
as teeth bit down into chapped lips
as glossy eyes glared up into the ceiling
at 1 am.
this is wrong, i thought to myself
as cold inhales pierced the lungs
as fingers stiffened with a pen on paper
as face was turned to the board but thoughts were a million miles away
at 2 pm.
this is wrong, i thought to myself
as leg intertwined shakily with leg
as lids lifted up and down, looking out for nothing
as hands hovered on keyboard, pressing A-M-I-D-E-P-R-E-S-S-E-D-?
at god knows when.
is this wrong?
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