I feel awkward.
I want a tongue.
And actual not "kind of" tongue.
Because only having part of it is odd and upsetting.
Gah.
Things just hurt far more than the flesh,
Those are the things that bug you at the brain goo,
when you want to be left alone.
"Things will turn out."
Oh they will, but for the better or the latter?
Who knows?
I hope so, hope so indeed.
Why does my head feel like a graveyard?
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