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Hands


That night, my hands were not my own.

My mind- I was not home.

 

I did not caress, I did not cry.

You did what I was told.


I wanted it all to explode.

I wanted it all to burn at my feet.

 

I wanted to be a burning beacon of the end.

I wanted to burn alive.

 

I am burning alive

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Jaemak1

just a person from Michigan telling stories ig

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<p>im sorry.</p>

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