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aslanti keep erasing everything i try to say. i'm sabotaging my unforgiveable words. attempting to coddle the truth into phrases that don't hammer into me. attempting to not deceive, not cast shadows, not intend things better left undone.
even this is the accumulation, distillate of the word-stumble, the syllabic fumble of these silent hours. i am cut off from everyone.
i feel as if i have come up from under deep water at high velocity. left grasping and unaccompanied by breath. unable to speak what i have seen.
even this is the accumulation, distillate of the word-stumble, the syllabic fumble of these silent hours. i am cut off from everyone.
i feel as if i have come up from under deep water at high velocity. left grasping and unaccompanied by breath. unable to speak what i have seen.
