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Nov 2020
Somebody give me a spine.
I need support for my head
and all of its rocks
that are no longer stars.
It doesn’t know what friends are
and so became unlit
like pebbles from another time.
I can’t think straight,
surely I’m a useless case.
I’m dissociative.
Where can my spine be?
Sometimes when you are spiralling into whatever you are feeling/attempting to cope with, you feel like you shouldn’t feel that way and sort of "man up". I don’t have anything positive to say except if you feel like this, hopefully this makes you feel less alone somehow. X
Abby
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Abby  23/Non-binary/United Kingdom
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