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Nov 2013
It feels like I have swallowed cigarette butts dipped in **** and blood. 

Instead of air I breathe in a stinking frozen gas that turns me into something hard and cold as a dead dog. I can run my hands through fur and feel the cold 
bones and lumpy muscles. 

It's like observing a dead thing but instead of pity there is fear and the need to get the ****
away crawling and gutted. Only skin.

Help me you *******
you numb imbeciles 
you serene little souls
Written by
Sootie
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