Purple Haze

I've been putting off writing some deep shit. I'm afraid I'd lose it if I did. Break down. Snap.

There's a constant pounding in my chest, inhabited by a drumline, incessant, unrelenting, seething along with the burning staccato of this throbbing fistful of flesh, my heart, scathed.

See, I should stop.

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