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Jul 2020
You always bring up that time I broke the pint glass and cut my finger.

It leaks out onto the floor and becomes a habit.

Nobody salts the wound more than me.
pony boy salts wound
Written by
CasiDia  26/F/The world
(26/F/The world)   
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