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Sep 15
screwdriver
pencil sharpener
blade.
how many scars
have i made?
i count them all
why not make another,
my simple minded brother?
its not like they heard you bawl
its not like they picked up your calls
its not like they ******* asked if you were okay when you kept punching the walls.
screwdriver...
pencil sharpener...
blade...
how many scars...
have i made...?
Nobody
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Nobody  Trans Male/Washington state :)
(Trans Male/Washington state :))   
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