her nails

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he walked out of that dreaded alleyway, the cuts were fresh, vibrant blood oozing out everywhere on his face and bare chest.

that night, her hands were sore from everything, her fingernails were brittle and some chipped. her pupils were so small, the size of how small she felt in this world once it hit.

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