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"to be trans is to be your own pallbearer"— to feel dead fingers that curl when yours do, grip when yours grip, sick and thick with rot to have a dead [girl/boy] attached like a tumour, feeding from you, whimpering i cover [his/her] ears so [s/he] does not hear me killing [him/her] perpetually forever/so [s/he] might move on to Heaven
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Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 8:55 AM UTC
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"to be trans is to be your own pallbearer"— to feel dead fingers that curl when yours do, grip when yours grip, sick and thick with rot to have a dead [girl/boy] attached like a tumour, feeding from you, whimpering i cover [his/her] ears so [s/he] does not hear me killing [him/her] perpetually forever/so [s/he] might move on to Heaven
fishernoel
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Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 8:55 AM UTC
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