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and i feel for my child my child who felt the need to nick her fingers with my razor just so she could feel what it was like to bleed she’s just skin and bones and i’m scared i’m going to lose her she believes that love is torture but waits for a boy with pale skin to show her what true love is the late nights and strangers online are showing her a world i fought to protect her from i want to save her but she’s learnt not to trust the ones that want to help her in her room she draws and reads and writes about a life far away from here by the ocean and a big window facing onto it so she can sit and daydream about the day it’ll swallow her whole
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Nov 30, 2025
Nov 30, 2025 at 4:28 AM UTC
In my mothers shoes, but not in this world
and i feel for my child my child who felt the need to nick her fingers with my razor just so she could feel what it was like to bleed she’s just skin and bones and i’m scared i’m going to lose her she believes that love is torture but waits for a boy with pale skin to show her what true love is the late nights and strangers online are showing her a world i fought to protect her from i want to save her but she’s learnt not to trust the ones that want to help her in her room she draws and reads and writes about a life far away from here by the ocean and a big window facing onto it so she can sit and daydream about the day it’ll swallow her whole
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Nov 30, 2025
Nov 30, 2025 at 4:28 AM UTC
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