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[scratchcanmeep]

Sweat coats my body, I lay back panting and exhausted. Another day where I pushed myself to the edge, trying to achieve some fleeting perfection. Another day, staring at the scars that cover my flesh. Reminders of weakness, reminders of past failings, of past sins. They repulse me, disgust me...and yet, they enchant me. I could lay here for hours,

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[dravenraiis]

I have to be honest that I don't truly understand this. It kind of jumps around a lot. It seems like near the end you've reached some resolution and you're content with imperfection... or something? Am I even close? Can you please explain this writing to me a bit?

[scratchcanmeep]

It was meant to be confusing and jump around, that's how I planned it. I'll explain it to you on im tomorrow, 'kay?