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#ageregression
i want to be held and rocked like i was wanted from the start with arms that hush the noise and cradle my aching heart i want the skin of your hand to graze my cheek so light in the way that says, “you’re my baby girl,” and makes the world feel right i want to rest my head in your lap and feel you hum a tune like safety has a quiet sound that softens up the room this isn’t romantic this is what should’ve been mine what most people have never had to grieve because they’ve had it the whole time
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Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 12:41 AM UTC
missing a mommy i never had
Hello This is me I am seventeen But sometimes I age regress And can be Much younger than perceived I am short And small But I don't mind As it makes it easy to hide And confine myself Within small spaces Or up in your arms I go for walks Late at night When most people are peacefully Wiithin a dream As I drown within The music I hear I collect stuffies And all the broken bits Of my heart And soul So I don't become empty People use Abuse And re-use me But I still only want To see them happy I collect memories Within a box And my gallery Afraid one day I'll forget about my days So I collect and keep them safe I was never truly a kid For I was only ever trapped In thoughts of escape But I've found that No matter the place Things are still always the same I trust animals One hundred precent But people are always lacking A small precentage Even though I give them Every piece of me I am innocent and sad Collecting onsies And stuffies And cuddling whoever will But also impure and numb Collecting trauma And broken dreams And feeling the touch of wandering hands In places they shouldn't be
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Dec 1, 2024
Dec 1, 2024 at 10:14 AM UTC
All About Me
It's been a bad day My eyes are tired and my limbs are heavy Slowly, my mind begins to go backwards, as though travelling through time From my body's age downward into a toddler Tears well in my eyes as I sink to my bed, hugging a plushie close to my chest Pacifier clutched in my lips Right now, I'm not a teenager or a child I'm nearly a baby This is my escape
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Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019 at 9:22 AM UTC
Escape