attachment wounds scar to be seen and understood. vulnerability opens doors to more. shutting down and disconnecting; just a dream or two of respite from the shame of being who I am. the scenic route leads nowhere different. some kind of fear that lingers irrespective of the day.
I bring what I can to the table. something stolen from mum or the internet - whatever I fit in my bag. other people eat and I can serve a purpose. tanks leave less empty on my fuel. I wash dishes and feel a little better: my time went somewhere other than the drain.
another school burns through the night on my phone. I wash my face and wish I wasn't watching from the cheap seats. let the sirens mind themselves for now. just keep yourself clean. donate blood and do what you can to keep the bedlam going.
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