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By Bridget O Date: 2002 Aug 01 Comment on this Work [[2002.08.01.10.14.28058]] |
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the usual: cant sleep can't eat. cant communicate right. i think I've been kicked off earth and I'm floating in some other dimension. why wont they stop asking for advice? I'm not a column in a newspaper. i should get paid to listen. and yet i love it. its the grinding of my gears they keep grinding to make me move but my body rejects their movements. and at night in the dark the noise gets louder and louder until i cant take the night and now the day is starting to scare me. i eat a little because my brain is saying you need food. but my stomach rejects it. i love because my brain says, you need to care but my heart doesn't. my head is pounding, saying i need medicine but the pills, they just don't help me anymore. i guess i need something stronger some love stronger some stronger love pills to strangle this pain this gnawing pain on the inside. |