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So I’m about 96 hours, maybe 120, post miscarriage
5 hours pre ‘use said miscarriage as a guilt trip to get me to date you’
Sitting here wondering how many words I’ll write before the word rape
And my current feelings towards humanity
Well they are hard to explain
But they look somewhat like a game of lemmings
The level with the big hill that heads up towards a cliff
At the top of the hill is a lemming with his hands out like a crossing guard

STOP

And in comes my God like arrow of a curser holding dynamite
Click
BOOOOOOOOOM!
A maniacal evil laughter fills the sky like wind
And I smile as I watch the number count go down
160, 145, 120, 110
The rest if the lemmings slowly walk themselves off the cliff
My eyes a flame as I watch the counter
109
108
107
106…