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Jul 2017
my days fill up
like balloons
with forced breath

seeing light
shine through the messed up blinds
like a projector playing a movie across my skin
about something slightly nostalgic
but very far away

when i leave my house
my skeleton is magnetic
i feel nothing
but the push and the pull
the lack of choice
and a deep-cutting desire
to once again
have the world
and my body
belong to me
i've grown used to living in fear
it's now the quiet, stationary mockery of life that makes me itch
rodeo clown
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rodeo clown  19/F/TX
       fdg, wraiths, hkr, ---, brooke and 3 others
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