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when can I go home? I’m reduced here, on a chair full of sand, crying to my dad and pushing the ***** receiver into my wet cheek. it’s thanksgiving and he told everyone I have the flu, an easy lie I try to believe, anything but this, curled fetal in the yellow hall fluorescent strangers staring holes in my paper clothes. I may as well be naked because there are no mirrors, no sharp objects or soft ones; I’m too dangerous for moisturizer curl cream, chapstick, contact solution who knows what I might do they try to get me on lithium. they draw blood, call me noncompliant; really I’m just nineteen at a loss so I write a letter in crayon to my mom: I love you. I can never see you again. maybe one day I will need you how I am supposed to.
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Oct 19, 2025
Oct 19, 2025 at 1:14 PM UTC
third floor (adult subacute)
when can I go home? I’m reduced here, on a chair full of sand, crying to my dad and pushing the ***** receiver into my wet cheek. it’s thanksgiving and he told everyone I have the flu, an easy lie I try to believe, anything but this, curled fetal in the yellow hall fluorescent strangers staring holes in my paper clothes. I may as well be naked because there are no mirrors, no sharp objects or soft ones; I’m too dangerous for moisturizer curl cream, chapstick, contact solution who knows what I might do they try to get me on lithium. they draw blood, call me noncompliant; really I’m just nineteen at a loss so I write a letter in crayon to my mom: I love you. I can never see you again. maybe one day I will need you how I am supposed to.
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Oct 19, 2025
Oct 19, 2025 at 1:14 PM UTC
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