Air is stubborn and refuses to go inside ... what is it afraid of? I feel like a paper shell.... a futile cell for... it wants out. but there is nothing.. nothing inside me... and its stagnant like the depths of a bog... i want to tear apart.. but if i rip the flesh... the blood wont come... and i'll know... i want to feel something.. i want
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