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Purify through fire and fury Scourge away imperfections But in doing so, sear away the layers of myself That I never knew I would miss Until now, with raw baby flesh left Pink, bubbling burns. Sit down, little fool; These words are not meant for you Your little ears are too soft and sensitive For such a scalding reality.
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Sep 5, 2023
Sep 5, 2023 at 11:46 PM UTC
Bathe in Brimstone
Purify through fire and fury Scourge away imperfections But in doing so, sear away the layers of myself That I never knew I would miss Until now, with raw baby flesh left Pink, bubbling burns. Sit down, little fool; These words are not meant for you Your little ears are too soft and sensitive For such a scalding reality.
KittG
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24/F/Maine
Sep 5, 2023
Sep 5, 2023 at 11:46 PM UTC
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