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Sewing my lips shut, already knowing I don't even have a tongue. Still, couldn't stop the talk how to wage war, how to defend the wreckage of my own barriers. How to tell them — keep working, just don't drag me back here. I'm defenseless. Mother of the tears.
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Apr 29, 2025
Apr 29, 2025 at 1:40 PM UTC
Mother of tears
Sewing my lips shut, already knowing I don't even have a tongue. Still, couldn't stop the talk how to wage war, how to defend the wreckage of my own barriers. How to tell them — keep working, just don't drag me back here. I'm defenseless. Mother of the tears.
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Apr 29, 2025
Apr 29, 2025 at 1:40 PM UTC
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