msjessica's Diaryland Diary

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happy and bleeding (what i would rather)

sometimes (it feels like) my heart just stops.

dead in its tracks.

my body -

sweaty palms, rising bile, fluttering sensations

temporal lobes? what are they? what happens? why you/this?

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and my tear ducts fill up. my throat swells. my eyes search for any other point below my comfortable level of gaze and i

.

my fingers fumble with whatever is closest

my words stumble

my

i'm sorry

my words say that i'm sorry that my body parts

i'm sorry that my lips found

i'm sorry that my fingertips

laid, compounded,

i'm sorry if i opened up like that

in that physical way that has nothing to do with shared interests or philosophies

sorry if i

bent over. took it. took some beating, copped some bruises (they were ECHOES they were echoes that just mirrored how i felt inside because because because)

my heart - my insides are in ruins.

7:56 p.m. - 2013-03-01

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