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my skin is just clothes for one person my soul is the vessel for infinite clothes gaping, jagged edges in my current form spilling warm blood wherever i go my soft insides trailing behind me tearing apart with each obstacle
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Nov 30, 2025
Nov 30, 2025 at 1:29 AM UTC
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my skin is just clothes for one person my soul is the vessel for infinite clothes gaping, jagged edges in my current form spilling warm blood wherever i go my soft insides trailing behind me tearing apart with each obstacle
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Nov 30, 2025
Nov 30, 2025 at 1:29 AM UTC
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