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I bite until the skin breaks until red blooms like guilt on my hands.   it isn’t pain it’s penance— for something I can’t remember doing...

some nights the weight gets so heavy they think the only way to set it down is to disappear with it.   but we were never meant to carry...

some pain doesn't leave bruises or bloodstains only silence and the echo of a breaking heart   so I carved the sadness into my skin...