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#gutwrenching
My wings fracture as you demand what I cannot give, Images of my form, though I've whispered no. In this strange dance, I despise the shell and cherish the soul within— Yet you remain blind to its glow. Your eyes seek only bare skin; they dismiss my silent plea.
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Dec 26, 2024
Dec 26, 2024 at 4:01 PM UTC
Bare skin
i want to scream "come back to me" until i have no lungs to breathe
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 5:01 PM UTC
you (15w)