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it’s all still very delicate and strange and something quite so new i don’t know if I have a word for it, if I can put a name on the feeling that’s been trying to grow roots in my skin, that’s been trying to sneak up on me and cut my skin and bruise my shins and wrap itself around my throat, suffocate me until I fall into something I’m not entirely sure I even know anything about.

how can i keep from singing ~ troylerWhere stories live. Discover now