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lives in my gut, but still I feel empty. It's legs tangled up inside me, twisting my organs. Its suckers squeeze warmth out of me, leaving me cold and numb. Entwined inside, suffocating me as I try to breathe.
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Dec 26, 2017
Dec 26, 2017 at 4:59 PM UTC
An Octopus
lives in my gut, but still I feel empty. It's legs tangled up inside me, twisting my organs. Its suckers squeeze warmth out of me, leaving me cold and numb. Entwined inside, suffocating me as I try to breathe.
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Dec 26, 2017
Dec 26, 2017 at 4:59 PM UTC
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