Would it be okay if I started again?
back to the second layer of slightly deeper pink that I feel is covering my body.
I am pretty words put together that don't make sense.
I am silently walking with my head down, trying to stay out of the way.
I am sorry, that I am irritable, because I am wounded, because I have been struck.
I am heavy eyes
I am block
I am black
but simultaneously
I am hungry
I am thirsty
I am eager
I am thrilled
but i just..
can't...
...move.
There is too much weight. everywhere.
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