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inside of us are tiny little buckets filling up and watches you grow up then the slightest thing makes it spill over and every crevice of your being is encompassed by pain fleeing through the tear ducts you are temporarily healed
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Dec 30, 2020
Dec 30, 2020 at 5:33 AM UTC
childhood trauma
inside of us are tiny little buckets filling up and watches you grow up then the slightest thing makes it spill over and every crevice of your being is encompassed by pain fleeing through the tear ducts you are temporarily healed
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28/F/United Kingdom
Dec 30, 2020
Dec 30, 2020 at 5:33 AM UTC
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