Hard Some triggers and other such material. Please exuse all. I run and scream and breath. Yet, I am not alive. Things that are alive feel. I am empty. A shell. Well. That was a lie. One, one feeling. Crush. Snap. Break. Pain. Its all the same. And slice and puff. Make it all go away. Blood pools in tiny pools. Raised, but dare not drip. And besides, the tissue would not let it. It will not dive deep enough. Based on someone I know.
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