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I hold coward’s doubt Tuck it away, behind my ear With wisps of hair to hear Your whispers, clear. Unlock the coffer of my thought With skeleton key, fumbling- ********* the most intimate parts of me. Bony hands grasp at my invisible flesh Clawing away, at the nothing that is left.
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May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 12:44 PM UTC
I never want to say I’ve tried to **** myself ‘cause that means I would have failed, like at everything else.
I hold coward’s doubt Tuck it away, behind my ear With wisps of hair to hear Your whispers, clear. Unlock the coffer of my thought With skeleton key, fumbling- ********* the most intimate parts of me. Bony hands grasp at my invisible flesh Clawing away, at the nothing that is left.
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May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 12:44 PM UTC
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