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TW: Self-harm I fear I will never truly be human to know how to inhabit a body; making walls out of my skin and art from my scars....

They come in numbers, pattering against the window. Drip, drip, drip. The sloshing of September showers slides down the glass in silky...

transcription: if only you could bottle up happiness and save it for later date i think we could both do with some of that now the look...