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Dec 2024
it’s my birthday and I’m 17 again
red dripping down my wrists
thighs aching from my biggest masterpiece
throat raw from leftovers and forgotten promises
no one remembers
no one ever remembers
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shadowedsilhouette
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     brooklynn, Maimoona Tahir, Man, Liana, K and 1 other
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