rotten

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You are unwillingly buried underneath the bones of my history, clinging and molding like irremovable decay.

Dirty,

Rotten,

Disgusting.

While the remnants of you will forever remain on the hypodermis of my skin.

Clawing,

Craving,

Waiting to be remembered.

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