i'll be just fine

dehydrated and brittle. resin from evaporated vodka sitting at the bottom of an unwashed glass. honestly i’m unwashed. forgetting to drink water and forgetting to feel things. it’s just panic every once in a while, but the cold kind. a hypochondriacal chill, bloodless and still. i close my eyes and it is just four blank walls. theres always just the one window framing the side of a gray building. 

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