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Aug 2018
cake, once soft fluffy and sweet, now covered in my own *****

i muster the strength to reach out with my sickly hands towards the flimsy paper towels to clean up my rotting mess

my aching body stumbles across the kitchen floor made of nightmares

no evidence is left to show at the scene except for that which resides in me
morrigan
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morrigan  22/F
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