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SOMETIME IN DECEMBER

All I want is peace. But it feels like the sky is falling, and also like time has simply stopped.

Back to 12 hour days. Getting the chills in abundance.

I’m not even cold.

STOP

JANUARY 1ST, 2024

Weeks gone by

maybe a month, maybe more?

much lighter now.

gone are the days of waking up feeling imprisoned. though now I become trapped in dreams.

nightmares, I guess.

they come and go. last night, none to my recollection.

previous two? terrors all the way through, because of you.

i’d love to know what it’s like to breathe so deeply.

while grasping at straws,

while choking another.

Do you feel powerful?

Do you feel needed?

I’m sure you fucking do.

I fucking pity you.