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All I do is dig up pain. I am heavy. Please forget me. I live in my head, stay in bed, pretend. No, I do not understand. This is my first time living with this. Everyone seems to know which road to take. Can I borrow your map? I am still standing at your sign— waiting, wishing someone would open a door and tell me what comes next. Please tell me what comes next. Tell me the water is safe. Tell me I will not disappear if I jump in. Until that day comes, I keep staring at the door handle, wondering if it was unlocked the whole time.
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2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 9:03 PM UTC
Please tell me what comes next.
All I do is dig up pain. I am heavy. Please forget me. I live in my head, stay in bed, pretend. No, I do not understand. This is my first time living with this. Everyone seems to know which road to take. Can I borrow your map? I am still standing at your sign— waiting, wishing someone would open a door and tell me what comes next. Please tell me what comes next. Tell me the water is safe. Tell me I will not disappear if I jump in. Until that day comes, I keep staring at the door handle, wondering if it was unlocked the whole time.
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2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 9:03 PM UTC
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