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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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The sense of nothing 