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Nov 2020
8.
I feel like I waste all the air in my lungs trying to convince others to help me breathe. I’m constantly battling with what I’m missing. Trying to figure out how to make myself more enjoyable. How do I make myself into the correct version? Restrict here, allow extra there. Making myself smaller verbally, physically, mentally... hoping that there will be enough room for me. There is just never enough room for me.
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dust  F/Minnesota
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