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Thoughts on a dysphoric night. |
| this body doesn’t feel like mine it doesn’t feel like it belongs to me everything feels wrong the face, arms, legs, hands, chest, mind, voice, thoughts, everything doesn’t feel right. it doesn’t feel like where i belong it feels like i’m trapped somewhere i don’t belong somewhere i didn’t ask to be but c’est la vie - it all feels wrong. |