feelings
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What are you most proud of? That I don’t see life as a miserable, gruelling concept. That I don’t see life as something forced onto me. That I still manage to find the light, the crack in the sidewalk to sprout from. How, even through convoluted grief and anger at years lost to trauma and heartbreaks of
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do you so dareto suck on contempt like a sour cherry,the tannins taut on your teeth,saliva building in your gums, pulling out every last ounce of bitterness? do you so dare to strangle grief with your bare hands,to wring dry your nerves, to feel flesh bulge between your digits, releasing the life from it? do you so dare to watch
Lashanda Forsberg 