Between my shadow and my soul


How can anyone express this out loud, despite the drowning noises in your ears? The tearing splitting genocidal urge, to shine the blackboard to the tune of long screeching fingernails, a Hitler urge is what it was not just to purge but to add a profound satisfactory zapping noise to it. She stumbled out of the bathroom, and nearly bumped into one of them. "Sorry," he mumbled. That was it, she covered her face with her hands as the tears streamed unbidden, "God, oh God oh God, forgive this" she whimpered.

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