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The sentence looks like someone who's sibling I used to be, smells like sand and Pepto Bismol. and is wet and warm and sticky. As it sounds like a gun shot in an apartment in Virginia, The sentence whispers to me a time of death.
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Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 4:52 AM UTC
Personification of Grief
The sentence looks like someone who's sibling I used to be, smells like sand and Pepto Bismol. and is wet and warm and sticky. As it sounds like a gun shot in an apartment in Virginia, The sentence whispers to me a time of death.
I despise being the next of kin at a funeral filled with people I do not know
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Non-binary
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 4:52 AM UTC
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