I Recall. (When Sense is Made. And Scatter-Brained)

[autisticemue]

My heart hammered at my chest, so eager to tell all my secrets, just pounding away at my ribs like they were pursed lips. It won its freedom that night. Though it used my own anatomy against me. I have learned to think in terms of completion--scenes and ideas--not just words, pretty little things. This curtain droops with every whisper that

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[anonymous]

this girl sounds like someone i'd like to know.