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It's funny that once ink is skinned it's pretty difficult to take it out. It becomes hypodermic and almost eternal. Could it be the same case for the those who hurt you carve a part of their memory deep deep inside your bones and make a wreck of you? I don't know, all that I know is that I want to destroy everything that reminds me of those. -- Eleanor
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Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 6:10 AM UTC
Ink
It's funny that once ink is skinned it's pretty difficult to take it out. It becomes hypodermic and almost eternal. Could it be the same case for the those who hurt you carve a part of their memory deep deep inside your bones and make a wreck of you? I don't know, all that I know is that I want to destroy everything that reminds me of those. -- Eleanor
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Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 6:10 AM UTC
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