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Jun 25
The blood brings a head rush as he cuts his skin trying to feel something within that isn't numb he can't talk to anyone cause they just seem to shut him out now his stuck 🤔 why he feels no ❤️ it's like they care but they don't wondering when and I he can't escape from this hell 🕳️ he finds himself trapped in. It's like the pain brings joy to a once lost boy who felt like the only time he was ❤️ was through pain now he is stuck picking up pieces he never broke.
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Leano
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