Category: writing
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Sometimes it feels like a curse. Sometimes it feels like death is the only preferable option. Sometimes it feels like there’s an elephant on my chest or sand in my lungs. Sometimes the pain is exquisite, delicate and sharp behind my lungs, resting on my stomach. Sometimes the person trapped inside screams, thrashes herself bloody…
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Loving a person so much they become a cometYou’ve got stars in your hairOh, you who are so tangled in the universeEven that unfolding expanseIs not enough to hold all of this loveThere is so muchSpilling from my eyes Into the dirt at my feetRivers running into the sea-rjm
loose threads 