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i forgot to wrap
a piece of tiny furniture for my store on etsy it arrived broken like me and then i overshared about missing my daughter now i am thinking i can't do anything other then feel intensely and write about it all the miniature dolls stare at me with dead eyes just like the ghosts who stare in to nothing the nothing that is me pain is grounding me and it isn't enough the song of the dead plays on repeat ghosts pulling at me whispering secrets grief keeps coming in waves so big i can't see the point anymore
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June 2023
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