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[cranberry-branflakes]

i flinch everytime you raise your hand

but that's funny, isnt it?

you laugh. and so I do too.

[spitpetals]

sometimes i imagine all my past selves living in a house together.

i think the smallest one cries the most.

i think the loudest one is just scared.

i think none of them trust the front door.

[spitpetals]

i wish i could remember my childhood in full color.

all i have are flashes.

sunlight on carpet.

a hallway.

silence that felt too loud.

[spitpetals]

sometimes i want to disappear.

not in a tragic way.

just in a quiet way.

like fog when the sun comes up.