phoebemay
i am ill. i don’t know why and i don’t know how to fix it but i feel it again. seeping through my bones, pouring into my lungs, my airways, my veins. and in some sick way, i can’t help but like it. it’s comfortable. familiar. an old friend i’ve always had, popping in to say hello once more.
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