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I am Dennis. There is nothing else you would ever want to know about me. Thanks for reading.
From my friends Crimson Dead
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Trauma
Paralyzed.
Numbed.
Panicked.
Freak out with me. Because you can. And the ceiling will turn, along with the fan.
You are here alone. There is no one else, save for the ticks and termites. And your audience of a thousand arthropods applauds.
Chewing your thumb anxiously in the corner. Shy little devil, believes in death before dishonor. Tragedies end with nothing more but a comma. Not enough to arrest the bleeding nor heal the trauma.
Watching, waiting, anticipating the arrival of happenstance you’ll waste a life. Then in your dotage lie in bed with a room full of regrets. You blame the pain, and all the shame. It cursed you in return for the same.
But while you’re still young. Go wild with me.
That wound will stay till it heals. Fall in love with me. while you still have the chance. 50 years or more, can wait for romance.
I will miss you when you wake. That is when you’ll truly be free.
My love you’re in a coma.
This dream you talk to isn’t really me.
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