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The Marks You Can’t See The pain you can’t find, the monsters that do nothing but hide. Fear stuck so deep in my bones that it’s become its home — home of dark. I am the home of all these marks. What if I’m missing a heart? A call I’m willing to make.
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Oct 23, 2025
Oct 23, 2025 at 10:35 AM UTC
The marks you cant see
The Marks You Can’t See The pain you can’t find, the monsters that do nothing but hide. Fear stuck so deep in my bones that it’s become its home — home of dark. I am the home of all these marks. What if I’m missing a heart? A call I’m willing to make.
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Oct 23, 2025
Oct 23, 2025 at 10:35 AM UTC
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