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There are scars under my skull that often throbs, and sometimes they open up and bleed profusely I drench and drown in my own blood from the wounds of yesterday, and suffocate while sitting down in my throne they make me ill and they fuel my rage, they are ghosts that haunts me from time to time.
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Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 10:29 PM UTC
Traumas
There are scars under my skull that often throbs, and sometimes they open up and bleed profusely I drench and drown in my own blood from the wounds of yesterday, and suffocate while sitting down in my throne they make me ill and they fuel my rage, they are ghosts that haunts me from time to time.
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Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 10:29 PM UTC
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