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Apr 4
I feel bruised everywhere.
On my mind, in my mouth, on my body.
I've been figuratively punching myself,
and selfconciously depriving my bruises of the ice needed to heal.
Sorry hands, but I like the colour purple.
Written by
Grace  F/Voie Des Papillons
(F/Voie Des Papillons)   
   Eshwara Prasad and Aishu
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