though we die a thousand times
I can feel my heart used as a rattle
right before I start our lullaby
yet totally convinced of its ending
bitterly tracing all my sentences
to revolt, recovery, everything
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the unwrapping/unraveling
I'm so grateful for your kindnesses. Sorry for being such a whiny ass B yesterday. In my defense, it was a lot at once . A reset is in...
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