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There’s residue on my torso, dark twisted and tainted by blood. I’ve seen this once before, convinced that I would never be here again The aesthetics are casualties of war. I’ve lost control of the cannon in my chest.
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Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 9:25 AM UTC
The Cannon in My Chest
There’s residue on my torso, dark twisted and tainted by blood. I’ve seen this once before, convinced that I would never be here again The aesthetics are casualties of war. I’ve lost control of the cannon in my chest.
#love#lost#cannon#war#casualty#dark#pain#hurt
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Rsebd
29/M/KY
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 9:25 AM UTC
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