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every 28 days, the human skin replenishes itself. my hands are tired of building new homes on top of old eviction letters. I am aching for a body that treats me like a cure, and not the disease that needs it. I live as a counterfeit version of myself; I am a kleptomaniac who steals the breath from people that would have found a use for it. tell me how to refund what I didn't buy. my veins are a breeding ground for despondency, my bones a shelter for malaise. to try to be kind to myself is to cauterize a wound after the infection has already spread.
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Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 3:54 AM UTC
beating a dead horse
every 28 days, the human skin replenishes itself. my hands are tired of building new homes on top of old eviction letters. I am aching for a body that treats me like a cure, and not the disease that needs it. I live as a counterfeit version of myself; I am a kleptomaniac who steals the breath from people that would have found a use for it. tell me how to refund what I didn't buy. my veins are a breeding ground for despondency, my bones a shelter for malaise. to try to be kind to myself is to cauterize a wound after the infection has already spread.
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Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 3:54 AM UTC
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