I Crymature
Tears fall in the dark, diluting the blood that drips with them. Fingers down the back of her throat, agony she can't describe. One voice says this, one voice says that. Does she listen, does she ignore. Doesn't She know? Can't she stand on her own? She is an adult. She is fine. She is always fine.
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