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May 2018
" cut myself to feel IT, blood drips onto my toes. Though my eyes they see IT. Perception overthrows. Wake every morning to be IT, getting nowhere really fast. Wait your whole life to feel IT, only clinging to the past. I know one day IT will go away, and leave me broken on the floor. Even though IT never was wanted.. IT has me begging for more. "
Limbotheclown
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Limbotheclown  40/M/Canada
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     Richard Smith, raphΓ¦l, Fawn, ---, --- and 2 others
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