Hands tracing sharp edges, trailing over hips and ribcages . Pulsing, thumping, beating hearts. A slow soft flicker of fingertips across wrists, tracing their way to shoulders and stomachs covered in thin white lines. Reminders of day long past, filled with pain and hurt.
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Poems and Other Stuff Like That
Historia CortaJust where I'm going to dump all my poems and stuff like that. Please read at your own discretion as it may be triggering at times
