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keep in mind that feelings are never lost. you wear them on your skin like a favourite perfume, but instead of evaporating into the infinite space around us once we’re done with them, they sink into you.
maybe you sewed your seams shut so nothing would escape. they’re still there. and you’re terrified because. every word, every gesture, every single moment in the afterward. something’s going to cut you open again but you don’t know what.
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