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The inside bits too.

The ones I can’t put a word or category to, the ones I haven’t quite named yet, only acknowledged. The ones shredding my soul everytime I blink and see Cat’s face.

I lean back into the seat and close my eyes,disintegrating into the moment and finally getting some peace from my own head.

I

can

finally

turn

it

off.

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NIA

There

is

no

time,

only

anger,

sorrow,

shame,

guilt,

and

the

vast

emptiness

that

houses

it

all.

I

fill