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Jul 2023
Cos when I bite my nails with no light to see,
I wake up in the morning to them screaming at me,
Broken, torn, and fraying at the seams.
And I think
****, why do I do this to me?
Caosín
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Caosín  14/M/UK
(14/M/UK)   
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