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Writhing, violent rebellion Systems shutting down Uncontrollable behavior Powerless, I frown Fresh wounds by the second Digesting razor blades Flickering old habits Born of old flames Shredding softest weakness Corroding iron strength Nothing will escape Mind snaps, and bends Healing salve corrupted Swallow all the same Eradicates stomach lining Emptiness becomes pain Consciousness cradled Craven slumber, debased Maybe this time Maybe - ! Maybe not.
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Sep 16, 2025
Sep 16, 2025 at 9:12 PM UTC
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Writhing, violent rebellion Systems shutting down Uncontrollable behavior Powerless, I frown Fresh wounds by the second Digesting razor blades Flickering old habits Born of old flames Shredding softest weakness Corroding iron strength Nothing will escape Mind snaps, and bends Healing salve corrupted Swallow all the same Eradicates stomach lining Emptiness becomes pain Consciousness cradled Craven slumber, debased Maybe this time Maybe - ! Maybe not.
The words, Mason! What do they mean?
#pain#loss#healing#dark#grief#self#release
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Griz
25/M/USA
Sep 16, 2025
Sep 16, 2025 at 9:12 PM UTC
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