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the glass reaches out and grazes my cheek its cold grip encompassing me the surface shiny and sleek it etches deep into my soul every single imperfection each taking their rightful toll much, much too much so sorry to tell you binding's not that good of a crutch
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Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 1:07 AM UTC
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the glass reaches out and grazes my cheek its cold grip encompassing me the surface shiny and sleek it etches deep into my soul every single imperfection each taking their rightful toll much, much too much so sorry to tell you binding's not that good of a crutch
gender? i barely met her!
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Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 1:07 AM UTC
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