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your memory, it's starting to taste like metal and i am starting to feel so small i can feel my limbs starting to shrink, trembling at edges, rotting to the core i am beginning to live envious days of the people, many, many people who gets to be loved by you in tender, honest ways i hungered
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Oct 26, 2025
Oct 26, 2025 at 8:04 AM UTC
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your memory, it's starting to taste like metal and i am starting to feel so small i can feel my limbs starting to shrink, trembling at edges, rotting to the core i am beginning to live envious days of the people, many, many people who gets to be loved by you in tender, honest ways i hungered
And at the end of the day, people will say, "It gets better."
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23/F/Pangasinan
Oct 26, 2025
Oct 26, 2025 at 8:04 AM UTC
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