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you dont realize that we hear your hushed whispers of rotten brains and rottened future, you dont realize how much it hurts. the glass embedded in our bodies digs in so deep and your words just push. it. in. deeper. so we retaliate, blood dripping from our tongues, crimson decorated the curled claws of our hands. and you fear us.
broken bones tear through flesh, bared teeth rip through skin, you call us monster. do you even know the meaning? we are scarred beings (scarred, not scared, remember that) and youth dances like a flame within our eyes. (you wanna know what else dwells within our eyes? forests. you wanna know what that means? fire will cascade like a chorus through the underbrush, the dry leaves, the rippling grass. fire will burn anyone that trespasses our forest, crosses our gaze. we are forestfires brought to life and if you think you can douse us with water or sand and stamp on our embers you are wrong.
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A/N school is literally just so fudging close to finishing, like honestly, why are the days going so slowly... 72 more hours guys, just 72 more hours still summer starts. (for me at least, i'm unsure about you guys)
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