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I can’t carry all this weight, so I must put it somewhere and somewhere is with you. You will take good care of it?
I want to walk away from my bones and set them down on a counter like my keys after work.
I wish I had 11 hands with 55 fingers so I could paint and write and fuck and feed and grab grab grab everything.
I hope you’ll stay. I hope you’ll stay.
But I would leave me too, if I could.
And it was on my first day on Earth that I realized I didn’t measure up, and I never would.
“I have given so much to the page, please tell me I am not worthless.”
I can hold a grudge like it’s a hand.
Been biting my tongue till it bleeds cry over things I don’t need. My mother told me pick your battles wisely but you made me angry at the world so I chose them all.