are we all like that inside? the depths? are we stuck in moments of trying to be who we are?
so i go to the toilet and feel unstable. one basin is filled with puke. the toilets are sparse and filthy. the ground is damp and black shoe prints are all over. strips of toilet paper litter the floor. marks on the toilet bowl remind me that many people smoke and only remember to stub out their cigarettes after pulling down their pants.
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