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I carry what you said with me. The aching in my bones. The bruising on my soul. The scars on my skin. It’s less of a choice, and more of a sickness.
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Jan 30, 2021
Jan 30, 2021 at 8:37 PM UTC
Burden.
I carry what you said with me. The aching in my bones. The bruising on my soul. The scars on my skin. It’s less of a choice, and more of a sickness.
ana-sweeney
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Jan 30, 2021
Jan 30, 2021 at 8:37 PM UTC
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