"I am filled with things and I battle feelings
I have never wanted to exist inside of me
I lack too much confidence and I carry too
much sadness and my body is full of stars
that never learned their name. I wear my 
insecurities like pockets and I fill them
with my fears and my hands are growing tired
from reaching down into them to hold the
feeling of being afraid. I am afraid. Always
afraid. Afraid like chimes when the wind lips
are sealed. Afraid like your eyes when the stars
fall asleep in the black. Afraid like dreams
when they realise they are just dreams and that
reality is that one scar that will never
fade away.

I am, terrified. Terrified that the things
inside me are the things that will keep me
from ever finding a home inside someone
else." 
― Christopher Poindexter


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