Friday

i. gave. myself. an. anxiety. attack. and. my. heart. poured. out. of my. chest. back. into. my. throat.
(teaching myself a lesson, i collapsed.)

the sun blinded me like the stranger. (oh, marsault. i know your crime of passion, sometimes the sun makes you do nothing too.) i love you, and as usual, you don't know who i am. that's bad.

where are the inspirations? where are the little treasures?
show me, love.

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