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called for destruction


plucked for inspection specifically chosen to not be selected left to be remains for someone else; someone more willing to pick apart what they want - to gnaw around the trauma that’s left in my bones because you see, skin has memory very, very good memory… and someone needs to tear you apart and spit you out before your acidic poison sinks through and swallows the rest of me
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