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6 months ago. Friday, July 4, 2025 at 11:15 AM

I want to be taken care of. 

I want to give everything so that I don't have to think about anything. 

I'm tired of carrying. I want to be carried. 

And I didn't know how much, how badly

until the needy ache of it sank into my bones

And cracked them open

With it's disease.

 

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