black hole loveSilence woke me from my sleep.These awkward bubbles of nothing in the morning just before the alarm clock rings and everything starts making this horrible kind of crystal clear sense again.My cold legs begin dragging my comatic body to the bathroom,where the last layers of my narcotic haze gets scratched off my twitching eyes as I wake,blinded by the sterile white of the bathroom tiles as gravity kicks the door in like an unwelcome friend.Phantom sparks of familiar feelings rush through my body,the faint memory of a dream,and I try to remember,but it's gone...I'm alone,and it feels good at first...but then,this thorn in the back of my bra
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