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You dream of the sun when your words begin to miss their mark, when you haven't seen the flaws of your actions until it's too late, when the tentative what ifs are swallowed by the looming presence of no. You begin to dream of the sun when you spill yourself into another and the other devours you whole and leaves you empty. You begin to notice changes in the lack of color in your skin or the way your ribs feel a little sharper under your fingers, but change is natural, you tell yourself and try to forget the fuzzy things in the corners of your mind that tell you stop, because what do voices know? You drum your fingers along the edge of who am I, turn the phrase over in your hands and try to forget the answer as you dream of the sun and being swallowed by it, warm.
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Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 11:47 PM UTC
fuzzy thoughts
You dream of the sun when your words begin to miss their mark, when you haven't seen the flaws of your actions until it's too late, when the tentative what ifs are swallowed by the looming presence of no. You begin to dream of the sun when you spill yourself into another and the other devours you whole and leaves you empty. You begin to notice changes in the lack of color in your skin or the way your ribs feel a little sharper under your fingers, but change is natural, you tell yourself and try to forget the fuzzy things in the corners of your mind that tell you stop, because what do voices know? You drum your fingers along the edge of who am I, turn the phrase over in your hands and try to forget the answer as you dream of the sun and being swallowed by it, warm.
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24/F/Ohio
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 11:47 PM UTC
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