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To whom it may concern:

On the bad days

when the door looks like an open maw

and the light from the sun burns images

into your retinas that you’d rather forget;

When the wind feels like knives

and the rain soaks you through

even as you stand dry under the shelter

of an umbrella;

When the screams you know are hidden

and the muffled crying echos

down the dark halls;

When time feels as if it is simultaneously in molasses

and white river rapids,

throwing you deep to drown;

When hands make you itch

and touch makes you sick

as if their skin are made of poison ivy

and barbed wire;

When the anger is overtaken by the sadness

and the sadness is overtaken by despair,

and you lock yourself in the closet

holding still so no one knows you are there;

When you see the past

within the present

and very little future...

Remember that tadpoles grow funny little feet

before they lose their tail,

and migrating monarch butterflies avoid a mountain

that doesn’t exist anymore;

Remember that dogs and cats

love their favorite people,

and some caterpillars are fluffy

like teddy bears;

Remember that all things take

and many things give,

like the trees breathing so you can too.

Understand that those who hurt you

with their rough hands

and short tempers,

with their mocking voices

and stronger force...

They will die.

They will rot.

And you,

you can think

of those silly little frog legs

the love of a dog greeting a human

or a cat kneading bread

and those fuzzy caterpillers

or that mountain that does not exist

as much more important than they ever could be

to anyone ever again.

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"how long will you keep running?"

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on usefulness. on becoming both the blade and the lamb

tumblr user @/divorcefemme // Anaïs Nin // tumblr user @/willowcrowned // Mitski, “I Don’t Smoke” // Lilith Kerr, "bite back" (from unloving the knife)

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"Necro Mary" a collab by Billelis with Sick666mick.

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Amity

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A google poem I made about DID (4.17.23)

Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID) a 'disorder of hiddenness' the brain in defense mode out of the shadows Fragmented minds in teens and young adults living from day to day bruised, emotionally numb, empty I felt so weird last night... Your perception a lack of connection you may feel as though you're possessed saying 'this isn't happening to me'. 'Was it real or did I imagine it?' In the face of trauma you semi-consciously cut yourself off words or images pop into your mind Who am I? Why do we exist? WHO ARE WE? Broken or separated into distinct parts completely different from moment to moment losing myself and finding myself Can people tell I'm dissociating? How do you know it's real? How do I bring myself back to reality?

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a comic about trauma

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Drained

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A guide will be waiting for you.

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