Numb but needy;
nothing matters and yet I’m constantly wanting. The world keeps spinning and my heart keeps pounding and my thoughts keep racing and the pain keeps coming but it has no meaning. I can feel my fingers
and the hidden strings tied around each from the second I’m born. the strings are still at first so still in fact that I almost forget they’re there until they start to lightly tug; not enough to move anything really just a friendly tug every so often. in 4th grade when I meet her |
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