pre everything
rushing golden waters
fill my skin and change it to something new,
but it is what i have longed for all my life.
losing daughters
could just mean gaining sons who shine with the light of a thousand stars.
feeding anger
could mean breaking connections with everyone you ever thought you loved
or could love you.
clothes on a hanger
could be what you want to wear every day
or it could make you want to gouge out your eyes so you don't cry again.
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