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Safety. I sink deeper into the cushions as if the fabric could hold the noise. I try to arrange my thoughts into something quiet. But it is only my anxiety tightening around me. Inside a scream with nowhere to go. Outside I sit still in the middle of the couch as if it were protection. Tomorrow will find me.
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Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 3:44 PM UTC
Middle of the Couch
Safety. I sink deeper into the cushions as if the fabric could hold the noise. I try to arrange my thoughts into something quiet. But it is only my anxiety tightening around me. Inside a scream with nowhere to go. Outside I sit still in the middle of the couch as if it were protection. Tomorrow will find me.
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Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 3:44 PM UTC
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