I snort back a wad of snot. Feeling it slide down my throat is worse than not being able to breathe. I gag. My body convulses. My muscles contort as I dry heave. The skin sags. I’m disgusting! Vanity my curse. It’s always lurking. 

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  1. AnonymousDecember 24, 2024 at 3:43 PM

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