Today crushed me. Totally fucking destroyed me.
You have those days, right? Especially Mondays.
When you go to work and your fucking lungs collapse. Your heart bulges out in between the fingers of the tyrant who's squeezing it so violently. Blood trickles out of the corner of your mouth, your eyes bulge.
Your brain screams "What the fuck? What the fuck?"
You're so disoriented because this is not your life, not your choice, but you gotta do it, like shoving your arm into a wood chipper against your will.
You can't breathe. You can't think. You can't dream. You can't live. You can't die.
The pain consumes you, defeats you, it is so much bigger than you are.
This is your life. This is your life. The pain stops when you collapse from the torture.
But it will be back.
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