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Abgeschlossene Geschichte Di., Juli 28, 202013m
"Look at your arm and tell me it hurts like hell."
I brushed his hair with my fingers. He blinked at me through the narrow slit in the white.
I loved him sleeping in my arms.
And today he was wearing a shroud.
Cover by @birdperson44 (I know you want to, pity he's mine.)
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Trigger warning: self harm/violence.
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