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my brain has become inert my thoughts fragmentary i don’t know where to start i’ll hold on to all that hurts
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Mar 13, 2025
Mar 13, 2025 at 3:32 PM UTC
grasping thorns
my brain has become inert my thoughts fragmentary i don’t know where to start i’ll hold on to all that hurts
out of need, i need to bleed
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i'm just tired
Mar 13, 2025
Mar 13, 2025 at 3:32 PM UTC
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