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#pasttrauma
I don't know how To get her home, Or if she has one... Does 𝘴𝘩𝘦 even know? If I reached out my hand, Would she even pull? She's been making herself larger. I can feel her reappearance. She gets brighter, I get darker. Interfering with my impulse, And it happened again... I forgot how I got here, Don't where I began. ▪︎ mica light ▪︎
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Mar 14, 2023
Mar 14, 2023 at 10:51 PM UTC
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