2/3/18

Lately the ghosts that I keep quiet have been haunting me // they stir like eddies of dust in silent corridors.

I can feel my edges slip and blur like they did a long time ago.

Trying to hold on to myself // to avoid tracing my fingers along old scars.

 

 

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