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Pry

by @isthisnotideal

i feel like someone is trying to pry open my ribcage with a crowbar like the doors to a closed bar ready and wanting to drink in the rage sitting in my heart the only question is: will they reach it before I die and anger flows out of my body on the wings of relief?
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21 / Trans* Male / The Void
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isthisnotideal
21 / Trans* Male / The Void
Published
Jul 11, 2020
Time
1m
Tags
#pry#depression#emptiness#relief#triggering#suicidalideation
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