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I’ve been trying to find words that explain how I feel

and the thing is that I’m just screaming inside.

it isn’t polite, it isn’t mature, it isn’t compartmentalizable

it’s not even carnal

it’s like my soul is on fire, like I’m twisted and being tortured

like my heart is shattered into pieces so small I struggle to cup them in my hands as they spill over

mini fractals in the sand-like grains

like I’m in the dark, and I don’t see the light

like there’s no way forward, no way out, no way at all

and so I’ll post about my stupid s

and so I’ll post about my stupid shit

I’ll post about the surface and the mundane

I’ll amplify the joys and the moments that hold echoes of completeness

because at least those things can be put into words