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i can see it feel it, even if i pinch it, pull it back, roll it between my fingers. and all of this is entirely your fault. and nothing can be salvaged. (i knew what i was doing when i did it--before i even knew it i was aged and fleshless. it hurts my stomach but i want more. i'm not scared anymore, and that scares me.) to be espoused for years to your loss referring to yourself as anything else feels like betrayal. like fruit rot turned mold green, displaying decay in real time (a divorce is out of the question at this point. there is no such thing as a loveless marriage--there is love in pain. there is comfort in this hurt.) a plant is only a plant when it sprouts (if it even does, ever. do you get it?) a worm finds its way into my apple. i will never, ever trust anyone again.
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Jun 1, 2022
Jun 1, 2022 at 1:16 PM UTC
ocd, white girl, and your **** addiction
i can see it feel it, even if i pinch it, pull it back, roll it between my fingers. and all of this is entirely your fault. and nothing can be salvaged. (i knew what i was doing when i did it--before i even knew it i was aged and fleshless. it hurts my stomach but i want more. i'm not scared anymore, and that scares me.) to be espoused for years to your loss referring to yourself as anything else feels like betrayal. like fruit rot turned mold green, displaying decay in real time (a divorce is out of the question at this point. there is no such thing as a loveless marriage--there is love in pain. there is comfort in this hurt.) a plant is only a plant when it sprouts (if it even does, ever. do you get it?) a worm finds its way into my apple. i will never, ever trust anyone again.
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Jun 1, 2022 at 1:16 PM UTC
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