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We're not right. I'm not right. I feel like I'm hungry but no food in the world exists that could fill me. There's a hole inside of me and it wants bigger. It wants threads of red dancing in the currents of my bathwater and ribbons of hair clogging the sink and the sky and the Earth until we forget to breathe.

Stop covering me. Let me breathe. Let me out.

I'll bury the knife up to its hilt. I'll pull it out and repeat like instructions on a shampoo bottle. Lather [your hands in this sin], rinse [Please. Please. Out! Out damned spot!], and repeat [It's a trap.].

I'm living quotes of ghosts unknown and the songs of creaky floorboards.

Let me go.

Description
We're not right. I'm not right. I feel like I'm hungry but no food in the world exists that could fill me. There's a hole inside of me and it wants bigger. It wants threads of red dancing in the currents of my bathwater and ribbons of hair clogging the sink and the sky and the Earth until we forget to breathe.

Stop covering me. Let me breathe. Let me out.

I'll bury the knife up to its hilt. I'll pull it out and repeat like instructions on a shampoo bottle. Lather [your hands in this sin], rinse [Please. Please. Out! Out damned spot!], and repeat [It's a trap.].

I'm living quotes of ghosts unknown and the songs of creaky floorboards.

Let me go.