I'm ready to join the skeletons in my closet.
To scratch off the skin to marrow.
Slither through the pores in my skin.
To rot away with the flesh to bone.
Wrap the elastic around my bundled heap.
To stow away among these remains.
Become again, what they wish to see.
To adapt under the canopy of deceit.
I'm ready to suffer.
To blend in.
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Author:
Noah (
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