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There have been cultural events I've been to where vendors advocate for mental health bc if you know anyone well enough of the asian or just 'emotionally neglectful' parenting style the hurt and fundamental damage never translates outside the nuclear family. But what a misfortune it is that the effects sink barbed claws into every other portion of your life.

I slice my head open on a page or a note and worry if there's too much that every word becomes nothing, the tv static, the pitch of a mosquito

Draining, i call myself

mortality reminds me of her presence

I don't want to forget the love i share, the experiences i revelled in. The care and comfort I felt

I can't blame my lack of reaction on my culture but why does everything as an act of love and affection feel like generational embarrassment?

Just breathe into my ear again

let me know you're alive.

in the way i lose my belongings,

what if the love i belong with,