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i still don’t know why i’m alive or why i know the people that i do, or seen the places i’ve seen

i kinda recently learned that life is actually this pendulum and i guess the fixed point would be myself, or maybe it would be whatever i call home

i hate that i have let myself be turned upside down so many times let my heart be damaged so many times it’s why i can’t handle anything anymore

i feel like i used to be so much tougher

it all makes sense but it hurts so much

the way the light and the dark can’t exist without one another and the way death is inevitable

the sinking in my chest when i think about how much i miss certain stuff, the way i am uncomfortable in my clothes no matter how masculine or femenine

the warmth of your face on my arm when i havnt felt it in so long, the quietest i’ve ever heard you speak saying you missed me a lot

i wish for once that i could know the right thing to do