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Oct 23
my skin burns like dry ice
being branded by the history
-of every mistake I’ve ever made
“when does it end?”
“where does it stop?”
if it’s forever
hang it around me like a noose
put me out of my agony
-this suffocation is unbearable.
Shadow Fowler
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Shadow Fowler  29/F/Bluefield, WV
(29/F/Bluefield, WV)   
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