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I still feel with all that rotting flesh inside my heart.
My skin scorching by the thought of someone's touch and like a curse my lungs breath with thorns sticking in.
Words like knives cut my skin, hurting, bleeding.
teeth digging in my bones, nails ready to remove my eyes, to no longer see, to no longer fear.
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Lady Lobotomy, a poetry collection 𓆩♱𓆪
PoetryA poetry collection for everyone who has always felt like this world doesn't fit a soul like theirs. For the ones that have strugled, for the sick, for the mad.
