I hear them falling against the tin roof. Drips of time to remind me.
I'll be ok. I just have to remember how it fell going under the blade. Fear and uncertainty in the future. Waking up in the pain and relishing it. As pain keeps thoughts at bay.
My youngest nearly broke her ankle last night, so I have a mini me in pain to tend to.
I don't like it when I have to feel. Feeling means the emotions and such come bubbling up. It's like showing a pie graph to an idiot sometimes. I separate different parts of me to be sealed away, no words. No more thought given to it.
Why'd I leave my ringer on? Fuck.
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