TickTickTick.
Scratching.
Leadpencilmeetspaper.
TickTickTick.
Coldhands.
Bathroomfloor.
Curlupinaball.
TickTickTick.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Heart beating itself out of my chest.
Why. Why can't you like the home I gave you.
Tilefloors.
Cold.
Cold.
Fast.
Fast.
In a sick kind of way, I enjoy you.
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