she caresses my cheek
and asks me
"don't you want to feel again?"
not like this.
not again.
but I'm already reaching for the blade on my desk.
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Puisi- where my withering thoughts bloom [TW] don't judge me most of these are very old
xlviii.
she caresses my cheek
and asks me
"don't you want to feel again?"
not like this.
not again.
but I'm already reaching for the blade on my desk.
