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I have a feeling that if I chop myself into ****** bite-size pieces in front of them, they will grab the knife and butcher me themselves. They are sure they can do it better. I am, too. When I can no longer hide the fractures and I start crumbling, they will grab a sledgehammer and bury it inside me. I am proficient at silences.
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Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 8:05 AM UTC
Creaking Bed
I have a feeling that if I chop myself into ****** bite-size pieces in front of them, they will grab the knife and butcher me themselves. They are sure they can do it better. I am, too. When I can no longer hide the fractures and I start crumbling, they will grab a sledgehammer and bury it inside me. I am proficient at silences.
01/28/15
denise-ann
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Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 8:05 AM UTC
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