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Jan 16
see all my bones are broken
underneath my porcelain skin
i am chained to the ceiling of happiness
something i will never reach

hanging at the mercy of my thoughts
at the mercy of the horrors
beating me endlessly endlessly endlessly

see all my bones are pulverised
i am dust beneath my flesh
cut too deep and i may float away in the wind
cut too deep and i may disappear

01.15.24
drunk write
why won't it stop.
efni
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