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Not surprised

I feel it. It forces its way under my gums running between each tooth. It forces me to squint my eyes when I look in the mirror for sometimes my reflection barks back at me. I see my insides suddenly pour out of my mouth, a sound so foul it shatters my ear drums, a secret wrapped in cotton stained with blood. all that horror came from me. 

◄ Love spilled on the carpet

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