Miscellaneous Pain
I wrote mistakes across my skin be hoped nobody would find them. But still I sinned and sinned and sinned and soon stopped trying to hide them.
Swallowing back knots with a heavily weighted sighs.
I could hear the sound; the sound of me breaking.
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