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god.

just need to get something out.

standing in the corner of the shower, trying to stay warm, but not succeeding. the "i'm cold" i wrote on my arm the previous night is fading from the water, and standing up with goosebumps.

new paragraph.

new subject.

i am stretched tight across like jesus on the cross and sometimes i feel the the spear in my side. laughing bitterly at the situation since over the past year it has changed from one extreme to another.

i don't know what exactly i'm getting at. what point i'm trying to make.

nerd ropes make my teeth hurt.

i am tired inside.

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