my mother
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milllainey
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you force me to swallow my own skin, leaving me a pile of bones, rusted and dry

my mother

am i inadequate?

not good enough?

yes

according to you

you force me to swallow my own skin, leaving me a pile of bones, rusted and dry

you steal my love and carve a knife between each vein, making me pulsate with the fear that i am going to die

and i do

die, that is

but you revive me and do it all over

i hate this

i hate you

and even worse, i hate me

by mill

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