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it’s the elephant in the room, it’s the wound that never bleeds, it’s the joke that always lands but only after she leaves. it’s the exposed nerve ending, it’s the unwarranted broadcast, it’s my insecurity living inside a house made of glass.
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Jul 11, 2025
Jul 11, 2025 at 12:35 AM UTC
naked shame
it’s the elephant in the room, it’s the wound that never bleeds, it’s the joke that always lands but only after she leaves. it’s the exposed nerve ending, it’s the unwarranted broadcast, it’s my insecurity living inside a house made of glass.
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Jul 11, 2025
Jul 11, 2025 at 12:35 AM UTC
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