This is truth. Relatable truth. I live the struggle. My eyes see themselves, and their flesh and bone container, and turn them to stone. What I am, who I am, is hidden behind how I am. A grotesque picture. I am the bully and his victim. This little piece helped soften the stone.
Johnconscious
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A member registered Dec 05, 2021