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delinquentThere it is: blood, in the back of her throat.
It hurts not when you let it out, but when you let the bile and bitterness wash inside, and it becomes harder and harder to even think about breathing. But you keep it there, in an attempt to function normally. Because you're not sure how you're going to turn out after it.
It hurts not when you let it out, but when you let the bile and bitterness wash inside, and it becomes harder and harder to even think about breathing. But you keep it there, in an attempt to function normally. Because you're not sure how you're going to turn out after it.
