i want to tear my chest open
claw at my skin so my lungs are bare
all so i can fill them with nicotine
- but it's that or cutting.
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Poésie- where my withering thoughts bloom [TW] don't judge me most of these are very old
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i want to tear my chest open
claw at my skin so my lungs are bare
all so i can fill them with nicotine
- but it's that or cutting.
