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I have an image in my head every time that I am sad of curling up inside of someone’s chest while this person lies on my bed. The person lies there, chest cavity open, the flesh folded back to the sides like a heart surgery and I just climb in. I just curl up tight and cry until I fall asleep, my tears spilling into the insides. The person’s breathing slow and steady as I curl tighter. The someone is undefined; just a person to hold me. It is warm and damp inside and I am comforted by it.
4:42 PM
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