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Oct 12
i lie down in my filth
rotting away
enamel dissolving
hair falling onto the ground
my skin has ripped at the seams
nothing will not remind me
can’t stop thinking
everything is subjective
no one can truly say what it means
please melt away the
wrongs in me make me pure
Written by
mark soltero  22/M/Texas
   Skylar Russo
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