then mother comes in. she sits on my bed. she tells me that i cannot have what will make me happy now. it is not her fault.
she goes out. i want to cut (but i don't). i want to binge (but i don't).
i want to cry (so i do).
i am not happy.
she is a gatherer: moonlight, found wishes, moments of gratitude
nor i, nor i.
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