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falling to the floor, feeling coldness to my skin. throwing up every day, i let the drugs win. losing weight rapidly, convinced its not a sin. smoking cigs and burning, holes into my skin. sleeping in the bubble bath, overflowing laundry bin, simple little reminders, of the game i cannot win.
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Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 9:45 PM UTC
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falling to the floor, feeling coldness to my skin. throwing up every day, i let the drugs win. losing weight rapidly, convinced its not a sin. smoking cigs and burning, holes into my skin. sleeping in the bubble bath, overflowing laundry bin, simple little reminders, of the game i cannot win.
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Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 9:45 PM UTC
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