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Jul 2019
Sometimes all the space around me is so infinite I can’t even feel it’s edges
It’s just me and all this space
Coffee and space.
Lunch and space.
A book and space.
I fill so little of it
I just know that all of the empty space is  slowly leaking  into me and filling me empty
Jennifer
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Jennifer  37/F/Texas
(37/F/Texas)   
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