My coat of many colors my mama made for me..no this is the one i made all by myself. the one I tried to piece together in the dark. I have got to stop this musing . I don't want him anymore. But why won't I stop tormenting myself with these deep scratches, this longing for pain. I am crying and fine all in the same breathe. I am dying and being born. I am winning and losing myself before the race even starts or finishes. Kris stop putting him on and taking him off like a sweater. You don't know if you are too warm or cold. All you feel is uncomfortable. You know there is a change in the weather, that the seasons are changing in your life...let that be enough.
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