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Dear You,

Today was unobstructed. I sharpened knives and dug scars deep into temples before applying book covers. Father did not say he would never love me but with a dollop of failure’s whipping blood the truth was consumed without sugar’s index. Finally it is time to sleep.

Love,
Me


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