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Jan 8
"A gentle nudge,"
that made me cringe
and want to puke a bit.
Through lock and key, many walls with cracks,
we never speak of it.
But you saw light, and gravitated,
urging openness.
Fear choking, punching, caving, thrashed -
let's finally begin.
She saw through the distractions, and now I might find out what the splinter is, but I'm scared and don't like how my nose runs when I cry
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pleblderblerbmerbcschrb  22/fatigue
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   Immortality
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