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1.14.14

i thought it was bad to hug him until i realized that every time he touches me i don’t feel the world anymore. things are ok

 

1.16.14

little things i want to have, like the warmth from his body and the same love the ocean has for it’s moon but thats kind of gross. there are bugs in my water

1.20.14

shakes head, slowly, sadly, in response to nothing. the action makes brain bob in the warm ocean of my skull

1.21.14

grammatically unorganized. distorted cognitive functions. obscure sense of self. fear of abandonment.