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Sad

  • Writer: Sara Moreno
    Sara Moreno
  • Jun 23
  • 1 min read

My hair feels heavy on my head and my eyes are forced closed. I keep my head down as the space between my toes and fingers is filled. I am being bathed, but I am not wet.  And there is a word for what I am. Thank god someone made a word. I am oddly relieved to have a name and be one thing today.


 
 
 

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