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Feb 2021
chills tremble inside my skin

covered by despondent stone

metal edges carve vicious truths

inside my skull, on a canvas of bone.


I bury pain and terror deep, but

quiet cracks are spidering out

rivers of ice run down my cheeks

and still, I crumble without sound.
today is just one of those days
ghost
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ghost  16/F/im lost
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