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Jagged

Written by Jacob Ibrag These wounds won’t heal. Cuts from years past holding onto my present. ‘Maybe you want them to stay fresh. A constant denominator to remind you of what happened.’ These wounds look the same. The shape of a familiar face, a carving made recently. ‘Nocturnal tendencies. Waking in similar skin. The aware […]

via Jagged — Eyes + Words

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