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Sleeping on the top bunk I got really good at crying without making a sound. Strong and resolute, is what I aspired and pretended to be. I never learned to fight, let alone to fight fair. There is no room for contention between myself and I, or anyone for that matter. Now I seem to be left defenseless, but can't tell the difference between safety, security and when I need to be defended. Everything is easy, everything is lovely. Sleep instead of thinking, like my mother before.
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Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 1:15 PM UTC
Asleep
Sleeping on the top bunk I got really good at crying without making a sound. Strong and resolute, is what I aspired and pretended to be. I never learned to fight, let alone to fight fair. There is no room for contention between myself and I, or anyone for that matter. Now I seem to be left defenseless, but can't tell the difference between safety, security and when I need to be defended. Everything is easy, everything is lovely. Sleep instead of thinking, like my mother before.
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Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 1:15 PM UTC
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