Mar 2016
words fall out of my mind like a little kid who tripped on a step
it starts fun and happy, then suddenly I realize everything is all wrong
but I can't stop it because my arms are to small and everything moves to fast
and
suddenly I'm
falling
But the difference in this story is that for *me
no ones waiting at the bottom
Just me
*and my hidden bruises
it starts fun and happy, then suddenly I realize everything is all wrong
but I can't stop it because my arms are to small and everything moves to fast
and
suddenly I'm
falling
But the difference in this story is that for *me
no ones waiting at the bottom
Just me
*and my hidden bruises
(21/Genderqueer/St Louis)
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