now i am something wretched, something revolting. what is there to recognize? i could peel my skin off layer by layer and, still, would not find myself.
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There’s little effort in the concealment of his presence, just enough to grant the other the dignity of masking this fleeting moment of vulnerability if he so wished to.
There’s an implicit question in the slow approach of his footsteps, a bold request in his silence.
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@mcstdevoted ⠀⠀╱ unfortunately it’s happened, hence the failed attempts at resuscitation here, but i ain’t giving up on it.
however, same goes to you. keep taking care of yourself and keep gracing my eyes with your writing, thank you. I only can (and will) smooch hc for now
/took the worlds shortest break for the sake of my own Mental health because it is so easy to get into the mindset of being left out or left behind, and like i'm not enough. doubled with the fact that I started comparing myself to others.