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It is easy to hurt someone who looks just like you, especially when you hate yourself.

I am a sheep trapped in wolf’s clothing. I have been caught howling at the moon and mistaken for a predator, mistaken for bloodthirsty, mistaken for a mistake in need of erasing.

There is no word for a journey comprised entirely of leaving.

[…] a dim misty moon appears as I torment myself with doubt. What still consoles me? When my love is tangled in knots, and radiates like a deep ache that startles me awake every night.

I have never had a mother, or no longer, or once did, briefly, for a day or two.

There’s no way I would let her die, but I wonder how far I would go to force her to live.