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My skin is red there its peeling there So I pull. I pull at this pain that traps me; I pull away the suffering; I pull away the memories, the hurt too much to keep. But when I am done pulling what will remain of me
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Dec 18, 2020
Dec 18, 2020 at 2:50 PM UTC
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My skin is red there its peeling there So I pull. I pull at this pain that traps me; I pull away the suffering; I pull away the memories, the hurt too much to keep. But when I am done pulling what will remain of me
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Dec 18, 2020
Dec 18, 2020 at 2:50 PM UTC
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