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May 2021
looking into the mirror
i do not see myself standing there
instead, it is a warped,
twisted,
floating head
supported by shoulders that are not mine
and the rest is skin
just...there
no muscle, hardly anything keeping me together
barely a person
barely alive
barely anything at all
had a weird day today. probably nothing.
Fay
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Fay  18/Non-binary/a dumpster fire
(18/Non-binary/a dumpster fire)   
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   Autumn and Alex
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