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Jul 17
you make me sick
when you touch me
can't wash the filth off
hours in the shower
scrubbing
flakes

your lines unstitch me
why can't you just forget me
I spend so much time
numbing myself, prepping myself
just to get out of bed
dead skin cakes the sheets

I'm sick
I'm filthy
I didn't need a knife to reveal what's inside
leave me, it's not safe here anymore
athene
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athene  Androgynous/where he can't find me
(Androgynous/where he can't find me)   
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