Thoughts on a Ceramic Throne

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September 1, 2017 by Moony

Hiding in a bathroom stall because it’s the only escape I can make. Knees curled to my chest and gasping breath tethers me to a worl I don’t know a thing about. 

It’s as if the tiny threads that pulled me forward snapped. Broke from too much stress and too much to do and never enough time. 

I have to hide. For a few minutes. Before I twist the broken strings into some semblance of a put together person.


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