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My purple toothbrush has failed me again. Or perhaps it was my hands too eager To expel the contents of my stomach. The back of my throat is rubbed raw The iron taste of blood coats my tongue. And once again my demons have won.
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Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 9:06 PM UTC
bleeding throat
My purple toothbrush has failed me again. Or perhaps it was my hands too eager To expel the contents of my stomach. The back of my throat is rubbed raw The iron taste of blood coats my tongue. And once again my demons have won.
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Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 9:06 PM UTC
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