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I wrench my own feeble nails down the wall, insistently. *and I'm sickly tortured by all the screeching* but something else should feel the distress. - these hands need punishing. because forever it dwells in my palms but they've never let me hold secure; never let me cradle it to warmth. - I guess just because I feel that this will just all melt away by the time I blink. And because my hands simply don't ever deserve to bathe in your being.
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Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 10:14 AM UTC
september first. III
I wrench my own feeble nails down the wall, insistently. *and I'm sickly tortured by all the screeching* but something else should feel the distress. - these hands need punishing. because forever it dwells in my palms but they've never let me hold secure; never let me cradle it to warmth. - I guess just because I feel that this will just all melt away by the time I blink. And because my hands simply don't ever deserve to bathe in your being.
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Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 10:14 AM UTC
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