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May 26
Ribs on my chest,
slowly falling down
Filling them with nothing
Muscles and organs still intact
Yet, blood flows down on my rib cages,
As i watch and
pick them up by pieces

and so I breath,
just to check if my heart still there
Even had the urges to remove my own eye
I feel no pain but,
why i have to take the damage internally?
and all of that,
i heal the bruises but still…
bronn
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bronn  20/M/Philippines
(20/M/Philippines)   
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