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it’s strange how pain can corrupt me. how i can be having a perfect moment but thoughts, evil, digging, angry thoughts, thoughts that strike me hard, fill my head. and in moments like these. when i know i can’t do anything to help myself, i bask in the pain. feeling it with my whole being. strengthening the sadness coursing through my skin seeping into my blood and slamming me in the heart.
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Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 3:45 PM UTC
8/19/19 - 1242
it’s strange how pain can corrupt me. how i can be having a perfect moment but thoughts, evil, digging, angry thoughts, thoughts that strike me hard, fill my head. and in moments like these. when i know i can’t do anything to help myself, i bask in the pain. feeling it with my whole being. strengthening the sadness coursing through my skin seeping into my blood and slamming me in the heart.
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Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 3:45 PM UTC
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