Chapter 43 of 54

grotesque - 10:15 AM

amor fati•45 words•~1 min read

skin's raw skin tingling

I feel my face

singeing melting dying.

bawls escape from my cracked lips

a fountain of tears flowing disgracefully

out of my eyes

no use, no use, too late!

let it happen - let your face turn into everything you hate.

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