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new year, new me.
I'm looking at all the warning signs. Staring them straight in the face and baring my claws.
Will I bite?
I scream, scratch, scare everyone away but wish for someone to stay.
I will not be absent from myself. My emotions, hobbies, wants, and needs must be safe, secured, unable to be touched by any partner, by any friendship or by anyone, Please.
Retiring the word gaslightng and leaning...
Monday 19th December 2022 7:07 am
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