Chewing at a fingernail. The view of myself is an unsettling veil. I'll wear this veil as a face by you. You're not fooling me, I'm not fooling you. I'm want to be a hole that you fall into, now I am full. I'm feeling like a troll hiding under a bridge down the road. I'm slipping and slipping dying for hint. White knuckling and biting at a piece of my lip.
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