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I want to throw up every last bit of you that’s lingered in my mind. Maybe then I can finally know peace

The weight of something. The weight of something is crushing my skull.
It’s burning away my eyes, stuffing my ears, and sewing my mouth shut.
I can’t hear, can’t see, can’t speak.
The world folds in on itself, silent and suffocating, pressing down until there’s nothing left but the weight.

You don't understand
The depth of the strength found within my mental
Or the violence it took to become this gentle
And it's clear to me now that it wasn't just all in my head

And in a moment of clarity, you stop running, look back and see that everything you once believed others hated you for was what you hated most in yourself.

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You know we're cooked when the gng starts to feel like "the wilderness has chose "