a diary of thought.
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A day when I could feel the cells in my body dying, crashing into each others suicides. Being too aware of the life and death that takes place in my body. Being pulled by it. Mothers day. Emotions churned up from my gut. Tears unable to be consoled as I spent the bulk of the day beneath the synthetic safety of a down comforter. |
