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Holding a shadow.
Myself. Sun beaming through the window, early morning riser. Holding myself. Holding onto life. A shadow dancing in the sun.
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I think about talking to my older sister a lot. We should be closer than we are. The thought always passes and eventually it’s the next day and I think about her again.
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Walking on my tippy toes whilst learning how to be in a body.
Deep breath. Deep breath. Deep breath. Hold for 5. Hold for 3. Lay on your back with your feet up and breath through your nose. Relax your hands. Why are you clenching your jaw? Relax your feet. Why is your hand in a fist? Deep breath. A flash of my ex just came into frame.…
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The sense of nothing 