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by @kq

so what if i clean the house to ease my anxiety and if i thank jesus even though i dont think hes there and if i bite my vegan ice cream in two tries and if i am light on my toes and if my memories are shaky and if i dont think my senses are real so what if i look in the mirror and forget who she is whats it matter if my nails are always chipped if i think in colors cry in shapes i dont feel like someone who has to explain a thing i am both lanky and fat and i am decorated in torquoise i am not sure if i am an artist or a researcher or politician i dont bury toes for too long i always find a shell
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