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Feb 9
I'm standing next to a bucket.
It's a foul one,
Pitch black contents,
Bubbling and putrid.
The sludge taunts me.
I want to kick it over,
Drain out the waste.
But shame has tied my feet to the floor.
The moments I feel I can kick it are fleeting. Mundane distractions easily shatter them.
Ziayre Michaelis
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Ziayre Michaelis  19/Cisgender Female
(19/Cisgender Female)   
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