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unhinged i've always used razorblades. they seemed to be the only appropriate choice. 'always use the right tool for the job.' and when mahayana held my wrist out at the bus stop and asked me if i had to cut in designs, i realized why i had tried to stop a long time ago. but many of the designs have faded over time and even more are. i never went very deep and somehow i'm kind of sad to see them slowly disappear. 020804
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neverender the hurt painted all over her face
his reflection permanently stained in her eyes
the pain seeping from the hole in his chest
the passion that flowed through his hands, making its mark on his fingertips.
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buoyancy They have a way of floating to the surface. 090206
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Syrope i miss your belly button :( 090206
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mahayana no matter how well you obscure it from view. abstrusest learning is underway.

eyes might not be able to contemplate the contention at hand, but a heart is always able to discern objections from the surrounding environment. your stripes i have come to be master of. :camouflage:

concealment: your behaviors may look like something else but i know exactly what they are and what they communicate about you.

half-truths lapse from your mouth. your lies twist and tangle tongues. both mine and yours. :deception:

camouflage, concealment, deception: it all comes back to you. the commodity of hiding. your authentic personality and presence a failed secret. clothing no longer disguises. walls expose. doors perch sealed.

friendship should not command a degree in cryptology. you can just go back to games of hide and seek. and i back to invisibility. don't try to trace me. don't try to interact with me. my semblance is now replete with remembrance and landmines.
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