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I picked my poison blindfolded. Fumbling like Jane Grey at the execution block. Grabbed the jar closest, cool glass with death beneath. It was the slowest. Death by leeches, who **** the spirit dry and replace it with lead.
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May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 9:31 AM UTC
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I picked my poison blindfolded. Fumbling like Jane Grey at the execution block. Grabbed the jar closest, cool glass with death beneath. It was the slowest. Death by leeches, who **** the spirit dry and replace it with lead.
#sad#its#everything#heavy#feels#horrid
elaenor-aisling
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May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 9:31 AM UTC
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