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hazebaby · 2 months
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I don't know when it all started. I guess I didn't realize when it began, or I was just lurching forward, trying to walk faster, look forward. To ignore the touch that clawed on my shoulders, that pulled and pulled until my back ached, and I pretended not to know why.
But now, where to run? When I am swallowed whole, when I am drowning, when I am mute, and I can't cry. Where to run? When there are no tears that help, when there's no bed that comforts, no embrace to feel safe.
Where to run when this earth is ethereal, dazzling, with all the love and all the colors and the sun and the clouds and the grass. And I am nothing but a hollow silhouette, ever so gray and blind to see.
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