vomit #27

realising a bunch of my nightmare are true and uncovering some suppressed memories has me so flipped up enough that i can actually fucking feel again.

i feel like someone has just fucking stabbed my in my heart repeatedly then asked me to take a photo with them and hide the blood and pain so people think that we’re still picture fucking perfect.

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