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sorriness.
by: xyztine.

oneself didn't asked
for any of this.

The pain and the pressure
that drags thou face downwards and now felt like thou's drowning.

But what else can oneself do?
thou got no choice
But to let them be;

Till the pain hurts
no more.

Till bleeding no longer
scares oneself as hard as
before.

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