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A long inhale, and nicotine brings me the numb that I so desperately need. Sometimes, I have to feel my own heartbeat, just to remind myself that I am alive. I often have to think about breathing so that I remember to keep myself going. If not for me, the most definitely for him. Even though I am a vile creature full of hatred and self loathing I could never bring myself to hurt you.
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Sep 19, 2020
Sep 19, 2020 at 5:53 AM UTC
Living? Dying? Purgatory-esque existence.
A long inhale, and nicotine brings me the numb that I so desperately need. Sometimes, I have to feel my own heartbeat, just to remind myself that I am alive. I often have to think about breathing so that I remember to keep myself going. If not for me, the most definitely for him. Even though I am a vile creature full of hatred and self loathing I could never bring myself to hurt you.
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16/Non-binary
Sep 19, 2020
Sep 19, 2020 at 5:53 AM UTC
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