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but when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defensless that i couldn't do it.
it was as if what i wanted to kill wasn't in that skin or the thin blue pulse that jumped under my thumb, but somewhere else, deeper, more secret, and a whole lot harder to get.
"The Bell Jar" / Sylvia Plath
DEAD WOOD !
❛ a hayden rolls the dice,
a tillerman lays the cards,
& an abbott checks to start. ❜
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