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Fetid skin, taut,    and splitting. Organic treacle        seeps through the cracks. Unending pain. Why?            the question floods across your mind, Why? A moments pause       Then a reply, Because you deserve it.
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Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 9:28 PM UTC
Rotten Luck
Fetid skin, taut,    and splitting. Organic treacle        seeps through the cracks. Unending pain. Why?            the question floods across your mind, Why? A moments pause       Then a reply, Because you deserve it.
Anxiety gives such biased answers...
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Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 9:28 PM UTC
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