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I am ever rotting flesh. I am trapped in my own mind. I am an angel fallen too long ago to remember. I am her tiny hands ever covered in blood as she tells herself she is no longer worthy of love. I am her wings broken and muddied and her own claustrophobic skin. I am a hell of my own creation. I am I am I regretfully am.
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Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 2:00 PM UTC
I Am
I am ever rotting flesh. I am trapped in my own mind. I am an angel fallen too long ago to remember. I am her tiny hands ever covered in blood as she tells herself she is no longer worthy of love. I am her wings broken and muddied and her own claustrophobic skin. I am a hell of my own creation. I am I am I regretfully am.
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Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 2:00 PM UTC
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