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Dec 2024
scissors
****** wrists
the dark creeps in
worthless
it whispers
hiding under beds and in closets
inky tendrils wrapping around heads
pitch black room
midnight
red lines under ribs
appear black in the dark
hugging knees
scarred
not enough
never enough
broken
irreparable
thinking of the roof
a rope
pills
just to make this pain end
just to end it all
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ȧ ų ǥ ų ṣ ⱦ  13/Gender Fluid/slowly going crazy
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   Bree17, Liana and Emma
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