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a striking slice along the creamy white freckle galaxy that is my thighs is this what i've become? a dab of crimson, slow pour at first then a scarlet waterfall, perfect picture of my pain. why did i do this throbbing pain, dulling my senses my mind is numb, almost at ease. it hurts, i knew it would gently easing cotton over wound, bittersweet burgundy blood, feeding into pristine purity what have i done
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May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 9:36 AM UTC
cute without the 'e'
a striking slice along the creamy white freckle galaxy that is my thighs is this what i've become? a dab of crimson, slow pour at first then a scarlet waterfall, perfect picture of my pain. why did i do this throbbing pain, dulling my senses my mind is numb, almost at ease. it hurts, i knew it would gently easing cotton over wound, bittersweet burgundy blood, feeding into pristine purity what have i done
Yeah, i stole the title from a taking back sunday song
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19/F/Australia
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 9:36 AM UTC
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