i know i don’t look normal. i know i never have. every time they cut me i look more unusual
not even of this world
She continues to challenge me every day
because she’s finished -she goes and I get to stay.
don’t really belong as an enigma
every minute sort of a torture.learning how
to commune(icate)
learning.how
to be quiet.learning.how. to listen.
i’ve been alone
.
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