⠀⠀they are jealous, they believe me to be untouchable. ⠀yet my hands ache when i fall, and my skin bleeds when scored. ⠀my eyes bloodshot and dry from all that i see, it’s too much. ⠀

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⠀⠀of the monstrous entity i truly am, of how true the shell of myself reflect the viciousness that lurks within me.

⠀⠀the hand that holds my heart is not my own, for i am a shell and that of which remains inside of me fears to be seen. ⠀not for the fear of appearing vulnerable, but the fear of what others may think— of that which i have done.

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