I need to fix myself up, I need to clean myself out. I need to burn myself and sanitize myself until my brain is crying for freedom.
I need to feel the sting of cleanliness, the calm of bandages, the soothing power of a short-lived kiss... I need to feel.
I want to feel the wind, the storm, the rain on my head. I need to feel the caffeine infecting my blood stream, the ache of muscles after running.
To be continued...
I want to feel.
Something.
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