joy (deathtojoy) wrote,
joy
deathtojoy

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this isn't supposed to make sense

my mind has turned into noodles that are slowly cooking and spilling out through my nose. "I'm a mess" I yell... thinking loudly in repetition a mess streaming through the noodles connecting all my thoughts.
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