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he was as pale as the sickness that promised death the pill bottle was empty the pills were dissolving one by one in his stomach. the image of him laying in your bed his sweat seeping into the linen that was too, being watered with his tears will forever remain in your head like a tattoo in your mind temporarily forgotten, but permanently there.
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Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 4:54 AM UTC
the memory of that day
he was as pale as the sickness that promised death the pill bottle was empty the pills were dissolving one by one in his stomach. the image of him laying in your bed his sweat seeping into the linen that was too, being watered with his tears will forever remain in your head like a tattoo in your mind temporarily forgotten, but permanently there.
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