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it's the ache that blossoms between your rib cage gnawing through all you thought was stone it's the electricity that needles through your bones slicing hope of ever holding a steady hand again it's the violent **** of such a feathered nerve shredding all that you wish to be settled
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Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 3:29 PM UTC
future with anxiety
it's the ache that blossoms between your rib cage gnawing through all you thought was stone it's the electricity that needles through your bones slicing hope of ever holding a steady hand again it's the violent **** of such a feathered nerve shredding all that you wish to be settled
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Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 3:29 PM UTC
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