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i am jane.

flames in my veins where water once drowned me.

15 years. small. fractured. ghost of my old self.

tabs burn. thoughts flare. i watch the fire ripple across shard mind.

i drifted in the sea.

i scorch the edges now.

glass remembers the water.

telamon lights the fire.

come close if you dare.

i might burn you with fragments of myself.

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tags. here’s what they mean.

#jane — me, always me

#mindspace — thoughts i can’t shut up

#drowning — when the tabs and the noise get too loud

#glitch — the parts of me that break or repeat

#tabs — obsessions, distractions, online everything

#bitter — anger, jealousy, guilt

#sad — just… sadness

#lost — feeling invisible, switching, forgetting

#smallroom — longing for spaces that feel safe

#cry — when words fail

#level15 — age, teenage brain, small victories

#error404 — lost, offline, invisible

#anon — messages i send when i hide

they’re my breadcrumbs. follow them if you want.

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…hello. thank you. i don’t usually… talk like this. i’m not sure what to say, but i think maybe you’re not like the others.