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like the blood that seeps through the holes n gaps in my skin i patch it up with paper and tape but what lays underneath calls every blade to my skin i try again to keep it away but it causes a hunger that's impossible to satisfy in any other way but maybe that's a story for another day.
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May 4, 2021
May 4, 2021 at 12:45 AM UTC
bitter ichor
like the blood that seeps through the holes n gaps in my skin i patch it up with paper and tape but what lays underneath calls every blade to my skin i try again to keep it away but it causes a hunger that's impossible to satisfy in any other way but maybe that's a story for another day.
poisonedelixir
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May 4, 2021
May 4, 2021 at 12:45 AM UTC
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