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[makonicole]

my maid of honor book 💜

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Sometimes you just gotta grieve the childhood you lost. I don't miss the innocence as such but still consider ' realisation ' a curse of some sort. Things I don't even remember most days, come rushing like i gave birth to them and lost them for a short while in the candy Isle of a local supermarket. The Axe is so good at pretending that some days, even The Tree has to step back and question its memory.

Tonight i closed my eyes and told someone that i felt safe with them. Not because they consoled me, no. Mainly because we shared a similar anger. Even without having the same experience as me, they found in them the scathing anger I've been raising in the cold basement of my heart. Feeding it patience. Night after night. There's nothing more for me to offer here.The brief emotions that welled up in my throat -racing towards my eyes with a burning desire to be unleashed- have lost their will to continue now. They're fatigued. Awaiting slumber. Just like me.

-Anoushka, 4:41 am