i'm angry raw frustrated, a razorwire whip lashing my back as acid rain pelts down on me as i slog through hip-deep mud. i need something anything just an ounce of strength to speak and my lips are too dry, my throat too parched, all too dry, too dry to speak. i know salvation is just within my grasp and i fumble towards it but like tantalus it keeps slipping away.
i want to shatter every mirror i see and never see them stare back at me with their accusations, taunts, gibes, condescending dismissive bastard leers back at me like he knows who's in control and he's right he's right i can't deny it and it's all i can do not to walk to the first window and take a header, do a jackson pollack sidewalk style.
god but i hate myself right now.
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