fixing myself
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I wake up light-headed and I touch my pillow,
trying to put my memory back together but I just don't know
how the hell I got home last night.
I remember standing on the side of the road, my legs barely putting up a fight.
“Why are you doing that with your hair?”
“Babe, I don’t care.”
“You’re not allowed to do that.”
“Sweetie just lose a little fat.”
These demons assault me
