Lefty in heat


A sweat drop dripped in my eyeball.

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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      1. Yeah. I have been. Doesn’t help, but I have been. It was 102 here before I got to work. Just kept going. The air is broken in my office and one of the windows is broken so I could feel every single degree at work. I had to leave early because the world was starting to wobble. Ugh. I don’t like the heat at all.

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