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the ceiling fan keeps making shadows
my phone keeps the room aglow
and this fuck
of a scratch
on my foot needs a bandage.
some horny bitch keeps me up,
sending texts.
i'd rather talk to this other kid i started a bet wtih.
i don't watch porn but i wish i did.
i keep hiding my real words
finally
they're gonna come out of hiding
gonna slit a wrist
if i keep reliving shit
bunched up in sheets
i keep forgetting to eat.
shake the fingers and eat dust.
on the dresser i keep piling up those
rejected school letters.