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Earthed in Leeds Your life is relentless And it will always be so Because you live seriously Manic or happy? I can only tell at the last...

TW: Self-harm I fear I will never truly be human to know how to inhabit a body; making walls out of my skin and art from my scars....

They come in numbers, pattering against the window. Drip, drip, drip. The sloshing of September showers slides down the glass in silky...

Up the carpeted stairs, a hand slides along the greasy banister. Below, sticky floors with spilt Jager bombs swirl in a sickly pit. One...