i feel like im being tricked
or forced into screaming my secrets into a pillow so mum can pull them from underneath my head in the middle of the day, only to heap them into the washing machine and send them away with all of the missing socks. there are too many socks in my drawers who lost their partners without bidding them farewell. i didnt say goodbye either.
maybe im doing the tricking
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