Ilya Kaminsky, “A City Like a Guillotine Shivers on Its Way to the Neck”, Deaf Republic
[Text ID: “At the trial of God, we will ask: why did you allow all this? And the answer will be an echo: why did you allow all this?”]

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Ilya Kaminsky, “A City Like a Guillotine Shivers on Its Way to the Neck”, Deaf Republic
[Text ID: “At the trial of God, we will ask: why did you allow all this? And the answer will be an echo: why did you allow all this?”]
I was feeling alright, but late evenings always seem to find a way to make me sad.
I can’t tell anymore if I’m keeping people too close, or if I’m keeping them at arms length. How much of myself am I giving? How much should I give?
I don’t want to grow up. I’ve met so many new people that I’m going to be leaving behind. But I feel myself outgrowing my life. I’m straddling the edge of seventeen, and I wish teenage complexes could leave me alone.
I think I’m always trying to escape something. Or really, I’m just trying to escape everything. I retreat into myself, and even when overdoing it sucks the life out of me, I become too scared to leave. Vulnerability is scary. I used to pride myself for being capable of vulnerability, but I really am not. Usually, all I feel is shame, shame, shame. Regret, regret, regret. I always feel like there’s a part of me missing. I think too much.
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