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She presses her lips on the back of my neck, Her coldness blowing over my skin, with her hands decorative and curling, forever wearing me thin.
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Apr 17, 2022
Apr 17, 2022 at 8:32 PM UTC
Anxiety
She presses her lips on the back of my neck, Her coldness blowing over my skin, with her hands decorative and curling, forever wearing me thin.
Nov. 22, 2021
#mentalhealth#mental#anxiety#stress#emotions#overhwelmed
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lonerblues
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Apr 17, 2022
Apr 17, 2022 at 8:32 PM UTC
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