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Sep 2019
it'll run through you.
maybe even out of your ears, out the ends of your finger tips.
every single inch. every pore that surfaces your broken body.

it'll drain you out like a wet washcloth.
watching you twist and turn resulting in all life flowing out of you.

don't worry. you can't run from it. it will always catch up.

it will always win.
Em
Written by
Em  you tell me.
(you tell me.)   
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       Mandalina, kain, Isabella Howard and TheIdleOwl
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