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the voices in my head just gave me a pep talk
i was wondering if my presence had done harm
because my host just went away said they thought they felt pent up
now i'm sitting here in the dark on my laptop

i can't justify my presence if i've done harm
can't justify existing if my presence won't let pain stop
i worry about hurting everybody i love
they say it's not my fault but would say the same if it was

i'm not feeling great it's not my stomach it's my head i
think it's the static state of my location i've been in i
was wondering if i could get some space for a minute i
am going out i'll be back or if not i will text you back bye

i cleaned the room i'm staying in it's not my room it's its
it's its near institution living space i've invaded and its
floor is taken over by my shit from my backpack it is
now in the corner so it's not so claustrophobic inducing

i should shit or get off the pot but i still won't turn the light on
i would rather sit in darkness than walk over to the switch my
laptop is light enough and i don't like disturbing the air


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