Never Twice✔
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Complete Sat, May 5, 2018<5 mins
Your skin crawls, you need to feel, need to take away this empty, crawling feeling that has burrowed itself deep inside you. In a fit of anger you launch yourself at the door, nails digging deep, so deep they crack and break, splintering up and ripping your skin. Now you feel, this is pain, this is something. It gives you life, feeds this emptiness. More. You need more.
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