Jun 18
im there when you want to
rip out your
hair and scream ,

knees on the floor, your face is
in my hands  .
                          .

and
there seems to be glass everywhere
you look
and
you're crying ,

you can see it.

i dont know who told you i was dangerous --
but

i can only be so kind .
who has ever thought about how i feel?

when i was little my mom had this vanity that was covered in mirrors and then draped with a cloth, and i have memories of trying to pull the cloth off to see the full thing, and also memories of being on her bed and being able to see myself where there were slits.
cait-cait
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cait-cait  san francisco
(san francisco)   
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       Jordan, Noemi Renteria, karen and stopdoopy
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