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this disease has rotted my brain, tore out my flesh, paralysed my muscles. it's made my body corpse and i'm trapped in this coffin, running out of oxygen, waiting for my heart to stop beating, but i think i've already died.

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tigswaldo

17 / F / Uk

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tigswaldo

17 / F / Uk

Published: Aug 27, 2019
LinesWords: 841

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