I want to talk.I don't want to talk.I need to talk.My mouth is stapled shut. I can't rip these staples out.My words are tied in a knot. My tongue is twisted.Think thoughts that tantalize thousands of traversing thoughts.Drowning in a tsunami of words. Caught in a whirlwind of sentences.Where the fuck is the punctuation because I can't breathe.The run-on sentences are making my chest tight.Dependent clauses causing frustrating thoughts and...(pause and breathe).My heart is racing like the fine print read on TV for commercials for you To buy something: <Read fast> If these symptoms are a reoccurring habit for six Months or longer, refer to your primary care doctor To be prescribed millions of different drugs Without any actual help!Thanks! I don't want to take any medications. I want help. I don't wantHelp. I can't ask. Please help. What the fuck is wrong with me. I feel just as useless as an Oxford Comma.I am just as confused as the grammatical rules. And I keep overthinking every single situation that affects me and How it will affect everyone around me.Don't help. I don't want your help you hypocritical bastard! My mouth is stapled shut. I can't rip these staples out.My words are tied in a knot, not in my thoughts, but in the open,Hanging me like a noose.I've got me.Fuck off.
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