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the closet has no air left in it

a familiar moment of loneliness and longing fear of change but fear of staying the same

an ode to tolerance, unity, equality and supporting each others voices

the title says it... therapy is helping me see some less than pretty truths in myself.

(TRIGGER WARNING: Eating Disorders)

toes frozen hands numb i can barely hear over the roar of blood rushing in my ears blinded as i am by tears ..

free write for one minute your opening statements are "I am weak' and "I am strong" go....

go and read dietland. seriously.

The reason I love All the colours of the world in my home Is because for so much of winter I never leave my bed Unless tempted outside..

However will I say "I love you", again? Words that render me mute, terrified Falling into the memory of you as if you were a black hole ..