And now..
what dies within me, wilting in such a pathetic, wounding way. Like a drinking dagger it folds into the skin and slips beneath what holds me in.
what dies within me, wilting in such a pathetic, wounding way. Like a drinking dagger it folds into the skin and slips beneath what holds me in.
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