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her legs said run for it and she listened. they were possessed by some unsightly demons, one she wished to forget so instead of storing them in her head they sunk into her legs. she forgot about these ghostlings until they grew up and shredded her tights and she bled down from the insides of her legs.
thats when they told her to run and thats when, for the first time, she decided to listen to them.
we flail and we flail and we may flail some more. it just seems in the nature of flailing to always be a plural.
her legs reached for the sky as her head pierced the ground. they said “now you know how it must fell and you must know how it feels”
“if we can not have us then no one can…”
is this when we wake up or is this when we wake up?
