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Mar 8
I lived with it.
the nails that was not trimmed for a long time.
the cuts i never knew i had.
the blood that i bled.
the dirt.

the unnecessary, uncomfortable.
the nightmares.
the pain.
the failures.

I did not have to die with it.
so i trimmed my nails, and wrote this after.
mental
Written by
maria nicole
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     rick, Immortality, ---, Nemusa, Mary Huxley and 1 other
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