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Even with the wind running down the length of my legs, nothing could ever truly make me feel as exposed as the way I talked to you last night
This is my room, but darling it doesn’t smell anything like my room and in those small moments when home is important you’ve caused my world to shift rather uncomfortably
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You look at me and ask me if I’m okay and the look in your eyes almost scream at me, “tell me you are, because if you’re not then who else will be able to hold together” cause me to swallow the poison that has been collecting in my throat because darling I think I’d rather swallow the poison than spit it out at you
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You are a person, held together by your assortment of roles, of the things that have your imprints and the way your world shifts when you don’t wake up on time
You are a person, held together by the things that make you home to other people, from the way your mother grounds you in her unyielding embrace and the way your friend’s limbs are casually draped across your own
