avesmith
Too afraid to push out the words, it's hard to be alone when you're sick and on your birthday, something about waking up in stillness. I'm afraid to move from this bed and find no one singing for me and no one baking cakes or no one cooing over me. Sometimes all I can do is rest, not even write.
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