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May 2022
YOU ARE FINE.
Well...
     eventually...
you'll be.

You will rise into me.
Sitting in our cocoon.
It's not so easy.

Accepting fear and pain.
Trauma and rage.
Yes! These can be transformed.

You're okay yourself.
Together...
         little one,
we'll live.
Feels so random yet so convincing. One of these fine days, these will mean something.
spacewtchhh
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spacewtchhh  23/In the sun
(23/In the sun)   
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   Aishu and Nylee
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