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My Head Hurts Because

– there’s so much beauty.
– tum is empty.
– that song fucking sucks.
– i’m drunk.
– i’m hungover.
– i’m not drunk.
– that guy won’t shut up.
– i was assaulted by perfume in the morning meeting.
– my shoes pinch.
– the braces no longer work.
– he is somewhere else.
– the ache won’t stop.
– i know the world is doomed.
– i am not enough.
– i am way too much.
– he is no longer next to me.
– the time is growing short.
– darkness is already falling.
– the paint fumes! The paint fumes!
– i’m dehydrated.
– Hello, Kitty! assaulted me in the bathroom.
– my bookie won’t stop phoning.
– of that photo!
– i hit my head.
– it just does.


He had a bad day. I’m in weekend withdrawl. We’re making soup and taking the mother of all walks.

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