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The hands that have grazed my body were always cruel—demanding. Whether it be a stranger or a lover I had known for what seemed to be a lifetime, the touch was always cold.
Sometimes I get overwhelmed.Sometimes I need space.I hope that’s okay. Sometimes I get overwhelmed...It feels like I’m drowning and I can’t get out.  Feelings, people, emotions, and clout.
i used to try on my father’s clothes his attire never seemed to fit me, in his eyes anyway. i felt the emptiness in his work shirt, envying how it compared to my shoes. leather and sole,
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