Icarus
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Children are adaptable.
Survival skills, self soothingly tucked yourself in, fast asleep. Dirty feet. Just sponges, they see everything. Raised when raising forewent. Adjust, Regroup. Weep. Repeat doesn’t Reprieve, but you grieve the cellular growth over the next child corpse. And I won’t.
01:41 AM - Mar 05, 2023
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