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Hoping she holds her breath
Agitation eats at my chest due to my un-feathered yearning for this person, she cannot begin to think about what she wants other than the bare necessity of breathing.
Which implores me to wish she didn’t need to breathe, selfishly, so that I can then be an option for her. I'm sure another necessity would take sprout.
I’m not sure who is the root of the problem. A possible s...
Sunday 9th February 2025 8:19 pm
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