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Sep 2014
I can feel my sanity beneath my skin evading every incision I create, I inject a poison to go numb before I start to go cold and shake but its all a matter of how much I can take and I dont think that I can last another week. Its going quiet in my chest and I can feel my eyes start to sting with sweat, I have to lay down and rest. Something has gone wrong and I can see my body on the floor starting to blister and bubble, skin slips off like the wrapper on a popsicle, liquid escapes and hits the ground turning black as cole. My fears ran rampant and my temper was unmatched, I couldn't control myself, now I watch from across the room as my flesh slips and sags with all the insects and eggs that are ready to be hatched.
Anthony Perry
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Anthony Perry  30/M/California
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