a knife's stuck in my throat; we call it "childhood"
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seven_hues
Jan 26, 2025 02:46PM
i dreamed of killing my mother on my sixteenth birthday. it wasn't a nightmare, but a soft dream in a black and white reel on repeat. i was gripping her throat with my slender fingers, marking her ci...View all Conversations
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