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I want to fold little bits of myself and put them away on a shelf till all of me is condensed so soundly that I become impenetrable and nothing can hurt me. I want to curl up into a tight little ball atop my mattress and have someone brush the tips of their fingers against my forehead -momentarily- but otherwise be left where i am alone the fan is spinning and nothing can hurt me. I've closed the door of my linen closet, left myself in the dark, nestled away between the kitchen towels and cleaning rags, with a sigh. Yes, I can't stop sighing. Don't let anything hurt me in here. Don't let anything in.
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Jun 19, 2023
Jun 19, 2023 at 2:05 AM UTC
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I want to fold little bits of myself and put them away on a shelf till all of me is condensed so soundly that I become impenetrable and nothing can hurt me. I want to curl up into a tight little ball atop my mattress and have someone brush the tips of their fingers against my forehead -momentarily- but otherwise be left where i am alone the fan is spinning and nothing can hurt me. I've closed the door of my linen closet, left myself in the dark, nestled away between the kitchen towels and cleaning rags, with a sigh. Yes, I can't stop sighing. Don't let anything hurt me in here. Don't let anything in.
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Jun 19, 2023
Jun 19, 2023 at 2:05 AM UTC
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