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I sat, feet curled under my knees, weighed with what felt like the world on my shoulders. Pressed and wrapped and knotted somewhere deep in my gut that I couldn't unravel. I tore through the tissue surrounding my bones like wrapping on a gift that wasn't for me, ripping and prodding at the cogs and gears that fit between the muscle. I sat, fingers wringing a cloth that was never there. Anxiously waiting at a door I knew was bolted shut, a door closed on me that I knew wouldn't open. Waiting as the patience dripped out of my chest with the pain of a broken rib, spilling onto the floor around my feet despite my efforts to push it back in past my lungs. I sat, in a puddle of my own guilt, looking up at you with the heaviest heart, And you smiled. You smiled and you crouched down, and took my hands. I watched as you picked me up like you were carrying a box of glass, you held me like you knew it would cut and didn't care. I pressed my cuts and my bruises into you and you loved them more than you ever loved before, you fell in love with the broken parts of me. You fell in love with the gears, and the cloth, and the door, and the bones, and the knees I sat on, staring at you since the day we met.
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Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 2:30 PM UTC
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I sat, feet curled under my knees, weighed with what felt like the world on my shoulders. Pressed and wrapped and knotted somewhere deep in my gut that I couldn't unravel. I tore through the tissue surrounding my bones like wrapping on a gift that wasn't for me, ripping and prodding at the cogs and gears that fit between the muscle. I sat, fingers wringing a cloth that was never there. Anxiously waiting at a door I knew was bolted shut, a door closed on me that I knew wouldn't open. Waiting as the patience dripped out of my chest with the pain of a broken rib, spilling onto the floor around my feet despite my efforts to push it back in past my lungs. I sat, in a puddle of my own guilt, looking up at you with the heaviest heart, And you smiled. You smiled and you crouched down, and took my hands. I watched as you picked me up like you were carrying a box of glass, you held me like you knew it would cut and didn't care. I pressed my cuts and my bruises into you and you loved them more than you ever loved before, you fell in love with the broken parts of me. You fell in love with the gears, and the cloth, and the door, and the bones, and the knees I sat on, staring at you since the day we met.
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