13.07.05 - 11:27 a.m.

i feel like my eight-year-old self: needing something, but unable to articulate what, so i talk talk talk without saying anything important. if i could, i might liken you to the girls i used to dance with, always trying to be skinnier, who never ever scared me because they used one bathroom stall in shifts, like clockwork, courteous, deliberate. what worries me is the surprise of it, the sudden lack of control, that it could happen to anyone at any second like some kind of personal natural disaster.



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