rotten carcass

I have calluses on the inside of my body.

I am smooth and polished on the outside.

But once you peel away my cocoon, you will find cuts and bruises.

My intestines are knotted, tied in one big bow.

My bones are cracked and discolored.

my muscles are tangled and weak.

My brain has pins in it, i am someone's voodoo doll.

But no one will ever know, i hide it so flawlessly.
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January 21, 2024 at 3:29 AM
They always say you never know what goes on behind closed doors, and we never really know people.
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