July 18, 2017

“There was great desperation then, one I wanted to cut from myself with a knife. I wanted to hang from the ceiling fan, heave myself again and again against the front door, the closet doors. I wanted to cut a hole into the wall, step inside, and be gone, sealed up, swallowed. I wanted to feel everything and nothing, all at once…”

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