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Every morning I wake to bleeding fingers. I sleep on a bed made from loose grenade pins. Just reminders of a past life. A former self. Traits and abilities I haven't unlocked yet. I will never be enough. Even a glass full of water Looks empty From far enough away.
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Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 2:03 AM UTC
I'll Take You to the Windmills
Every morning I wake to bleeding fingers. I sleep on a bed made from loose grenade pins. Just reminders of a past life. A former self. Traits and abilities I haven't unlocked yet. I will never be enough. Even a glass full of water Looks empty From far enough away.
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20/M/canada
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 2:03 AM UTC
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