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Skeletons In the Closet

Spite

By Jasmine HarrisPublished 9 months ago 1 min read
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Skeletons In the Closet
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There are skeletons in my closet.

There are monsters under my bed.

There's blood on my hands.

I don't fully understand what's going on.

Is it all in my head?

I think it's all in my head.

I might be delusional.

I'm fighting for my life.

I'm surviving purely out of spite.

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