Am I Okay?
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My hands are numb and nobody's asking me if I'm okay and maybe this is a sign that I need to start asking myself that question but maybe I'll go for a walk at 4 am with tears streaming down my face instead of feeding myself
maybe i'll etch burn marks into my skin where he touched me and maybe this feeling in my chest will go away
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