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I sit in my own embers watching the charcoal as it drifts and glides. And I watch I watch as others drown play burst And I feel the sizzle and the sputter of my skin that has long since melted away. And I wonder if they notice or if it matters that phantom pains plague my skin.
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Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 1:52 AM UTC
Validate Me, Please.
I sit in my own embers watching the charcoal as it drifts and glides. And I watch I watch as others drown play burst And I feel the sizzle and the sputter of my skin that has long since melted away. And I wonder if they notice or if it matters that phantom pains plague my skin.
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Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 1:52 AM UTC
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