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Prompt: My muscles lock up and my ribs feel tighter. My heart grows weary from this burning fire. Snaps in my bone structure too much weight. Praying out to god begging to meet my fate. Even tho I’m living extremely experimental, I seem to keep having feelings of existential. Dragging my feet going on with dread, when my shoulders feel lighter know I’m already dead. I’m already dead. Dragging my feet I’m already dead. The scabs turn to scars that I constantly scratch at. The knowledge that I’ve come across no I cant go back. Food made me nauseous and I tried it wished I knocked it. Blood is not enough to use to ask for you to stop this. To ask for you to stop this. Blood is not enough to use to ask for you to stop this. Blood is not enough to use to ask for you to stop this, I wrote my number on your arm cuz you said you want this. I smile looking back before she tried to cut my hair no wonder theyre all fighting to get out of this body they share. I never was a kid that knew what was going on. The mother of my mother kept the church channel on. My inner child screams and puts up a fight I flee to the existence where the darkness turns to light. I tried to put this body down along with cold and dust. A thousand times over just a doll that is stuffed. A marionette, I’m a doll a puppet owning strings. My heart it pumps while love rebirths, this feeling that you , bring. My heart it pumps while love rebirths this feeling that you bring. My heart it pumps. This feeling that you bring.
inhumalienprincess

inhumalienprincess

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My muscles lock up and my ribs feel tighter. My heart grows weary from this burning fire. Snaps in my bone structure too much weight. Praying out to god begging to meet my fate. Even tho I’m living extremely experimental, I seem to keep having feelings of existential. Dragging my feet going on with dread, when my shoulders feel lighter know I’m already dead. I’m already dead. Dragging my feet I’m already dead. The scabs turn to scars that I constantly scratch at. The knowledge that I’ve come across no I cant go back. Food made me nauseous and I tried it wished I knocked it. Blood is not enough to use to ask for you to stop this. To ask for you to stop this. Blood is not enough to use to ask for you to stop this. Blood is not enough to use to ask for you to stop this, I wrote my number on your arm cuz you said you want this. I smile looking back before she tried to cut my hair no wonder theyre all fighting to get out of this body they share. I never was a kid that knew what was going on. The mother of my mother kept the church channel on. My inner child screams and puts up a fight I flee to the existence where the darkness turns to light. I tried to put this body down along with cold and dust. A thousand times over just a doll that is stuffed. A marionette, I’m a doll a puppet owning strings. My heart it pumps while love rebirths, this feeling that you , bring. My heart it pumps while love rebirths this feeling that you bring. My heart it pumps. This feeling that you bring.
My muscles lock up and my ribs feel tighter. My heart grows weary from this burning fire. Snaps i... [more]
Model: Alphonse Mucha Style
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