bethanybreeze
My bones are exposed. From across the room, his gaze feels like the fluorescent lights of a department store, drilling through me unsympathetically. I become bones and skin, I am a patient under the microscope. I swear my soul lies in there somewhere, but my soul needs space. It needs to grapple around in the darkness, it cannot bear this light.
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