Disdain as a Terror Management Theory coping strategy. The absence of tinkling sunlight laughter. Empty hallways weighed down with growing years and growing quiet. Perhaps asphyxiation under the dissolving eye of candlelight. Bottles of rage lining a basement in my heart. Knowing enough to know I've learned too much. There's no returning to that place of sky blue barbituates and Sunday routines. Just puncture my liver and morphine me to sleep.
12:43 p.m. - 2022-01-28
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