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[koguri3108]

A vent drawing and poem from yesterday (September 17th 2023)

Poem Transcription:

All too often , when I again notice the Pike lodged in my chest, and how it hurts, dull and deep, scraping against my insides with every move I make, I start to struggle and thrash anew, just as if I had only now for the first time been freshly impaled, feeling the white, hot pain and refusing to accept that I will feel these scars forever.