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I've grown to despise sounds of television from another room stories somewhere I cannot hear unless I sit on the stairsteps past my bedtime… I sit in the dark and imagine you called I ate an entire plateful just to sit in the dark grasping for a word Acquiescence for my father interest for my mom talking to my brother praying to no god I have worked my hands too hard I have rotted from my core I have been starving inside-out I wish I loved myself enough to care I wish you’d love me enough you didn’t.
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Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 9:16 PM UTC
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I've grown to despise sounds of television from another room stories somewhere I cannot hear unless I sit on the stairsteps past my bedtime… I sit in the dark and imagine you called I ate an entire plateful just to sit in the dark grasping for a word Acquiescence for my father interest for my mom talking to my brother praying to no god I have worked my hands too hard I have rotted from my core I have been starving inside-out I wish I loved myself enough to care I wish you’d love me enough you didn’t.
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Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 9:16 PM UTC
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