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I want to live with a world of magic and dragons so bad.
remember how this room was so full of sadness?
nothing else in this house was mine, so i took what i could
and kept it all in
remember how thick the air was?
who knew my sadness was so much denser than air that it would become hard enough to breathe
i could almost forget why i was sad in the first place
remember how often i kept the door closed?
or maybe it was the tension, i’m not sure, but i know there were no leaks allowed from this toxic wastecan of a room
byproducts of growing a girl, i guess
at what point does a room become a cage?
thirteen? fifteen? whenever the suicidal thoughts start to surface?
did i do this all to myself or did they lock me up, finding me guilty of all charges and onto the next case
maybe i did this to myself
moving on to the next case