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It is not a stab but a sudden pull. I once was okay at the thought of your going until it hooked on my sweater and unraveled it quicker than I could cut the string. I do not bleed but I undo. I unbecome.
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May 25, 2025
May 25, 2025 at 12:27 AM UTC
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It is not a stab but a sudden pull. I once was okay at the thought of your going until it hooked on my sweater and unraveled it quicker than I could cut the string. I do not bleed but I undo. I unbecome.
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May 25, 2025
May 25, 2025 at 12:27 AM UTC
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