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I feel if I move from this place the sharpness of my knees will cut through the skin shrinking to be closer to my fragile bird bones or that upon lifting the body I am allowing to deteriorate the blood may rush too quickly behind my eyes leaving me unable to keep from tumbling and shattering in a beautiful spray of technicolor
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Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 9:04 PM UTC
Malnourishment
I feel if I move from this place the sharpness of my knees will cut through the skin shrinking to be closer to my fragile bird bones or that upon lifting the body I am allowing to deteriorate the blood may rush too quickly behind my eyes leaving me unable to keep from tumbling and shattering in a beautiful spray of technicolor
haven't been acquainted w sleep or nourishment, haven't been taking care of Myself
emma-jewel
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Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 9:04 PM UTC
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