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Apr 2020
comfort is:
fleece-lined leggings
a soft pillow to rest my head
the soft hum of the fan’s forever spinning whir
an early dawn, for a few weeks
my pillow snuggled up next to me
health, freedom from being ruled by anxiety, understanding that sometimes sadness has to breathe too.
yellowsouls
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yellowsouls  25/F/FL
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