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I wash my knives with a brush because the washing machine don’t work on the stains of my flesh I used to take pictures after the deed was done because when the voice would command me next time I hoped I wouldn’t say yes Now it’s nothing but a collage of empty promises and a reminder of how crippled a mind can be My heart tries its best to pump enough blood for my brains to desperately keep breathing but... what can you do when your blood is a neurotoxin Today I learned that the definition of burning isn’t flames but infact just a reaction with oxygen Seems to explain why my blood breathes through gills and also why I feel like I’m being scorched
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Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 2:04 PM UTC
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I wash my knives with a brush because the washing machine don’t work on the stains of my flesh I used to take pictures after the deed was done because when the voice would command me next time I hoped I wouldn’t say yes Now it’s nothing but a collage of empty promises and a reminder of how crippled a mind can be My heart tries its best to pump enough blood for my brains to desperately keep breathing but... what can you do when your blood is a neurotoxin Today I learned that the definition of burning isn’t flames but infact just a reaction with oxygen Seems to explain why my blood breathes through gills and also why I feel like I’m being scorched
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Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 2:04 PM UTC
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