Just got home. Will I sleep? Can I sleep? Everywhere is burning. Body, heart, trust. Blood and tears. Is it because I didnt smile enough? Is it because I got so skinny? If I want to continue I should leave now. Apparently, in Dublin there are people who care about me. I dont want to continue. But what if I mess up? An institution? A cold white room behind a locked steal door? I dont think so, I think on Monday all of this is forgotten.
After every party, I die...
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