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she wants to be fed beliefs she swallows truths so sharp, jagged, that they scratch her throat. But she doesn't care, because isn't this what she was built for?
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Aug 1, 2020
Aug 1, 2020 at 1:44 PM UTC
I am nothing but my mold
she wants to be fed beliefs she swallows truths so sharp, jagged, that they scratch her throat. But she doesn't care, because isn't this what she was built for?
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Aug 1, 2020
Aug 1, 2020 at 1:44 PM UTC
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