*sitting alone on my bed* *thinks “hm. i can’t keep living like this.”* *keeps living like this*
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“I am afraid to touch / anyone who might stay / long enough to make leaving / an echo”— A Fortune for Your Disaster, “FOR THE DOGS WHO BARKED AT ME ON THE SIDEWALKS IN CONNECTICUT” by Hanif Abdurraqib
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