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Nov 2023
the bathroom is a solemn shed. smells like blood, like flowers, like *****. the angels pretend to save me. they hold my hair while i puke. when iā€™m done they clean my face. i almost fall in love. almost
Mote
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Mote  31/F/Michigan
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