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The many splinters
that scratch beneath the skin, bitter words and poisoned lies. Old, cold memories frozen in time. the shards bury deep beneath the surface, festering. How they pierce and sting, rendering me helpless, bleeding internally. Sometimes the digging to remove the many splinters is more painful than being stuck...
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