Sometimes I sit in the shower. Sometimes I pull my knees to my chest and hold them in place with my arms, hands holding wrists. Sometimes I set my chin ontop of my knees and rock while my eyes dart back and forth, head all a quiver. Sometimes I laugh. Sometimes I cry. Sometimes I scream. Sometimes I try to do all of them at the same time
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