Stuck

i'm stuck in this bomb of a body; heels pressed into the knowledge that things will always go wrong. finger cocked on the hair-trigger that is my mind; whether the blast will go inwards or out no one knows. either way, the result will hurt everyone close to this disaster that is me and myself; the only thing i can be trusted to do is sabotage my health - i fail on purpose at everything else,

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21 / Trans* Male / The Void

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