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how strange it was
when my knuckles were white
and my nails dug into my palm
so violently it drew blood
sometimes i could feel my hands burn
of something pulling out of my grasp with all...
when my knuckles were white
and my nails dug into my palm
so violently it drew blood
sometimes i could feel my hands burn
of something pulling out of my grasp with all...
