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Fess up. Empty-handed, palms face down on the table. It won’t get louder unless you let it. Chest up. Breathe in the smell of smoke you’ve spread. Do you feel like harming yourself? Will you let it? Let nothing consume you. Don’t let your empty hands ruin you, Until you’ve something to show for it. Untether it. Feel yourself shatter to pieces. DNA into grain, skin turns to gray. Choke on the white noise in your chest until you’ve given into it. Until you can’t.
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Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 8:24 PM UTC
do you want to hurt?
Fess up. Empty-handed, palms face down on the table. It won’t get louder unless you let it. Chest up. Breathe in the smell of smoke you’ve spread. Do you feel like harming yourself? Will you let it? Let nothing consume you. Don’t let your empty hands ruin you, Until you’ve something to show for it. Untether it. Feel yourself shatter to pieces. DNA into grain, skin turns to gray. Choke on the white noise in your chest until you’ve given into it. Until you can’t.
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Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 8:24 PM UTC
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