Evonne why can’t i beg for my mom to rub circles on my back because no matter what anyone says or does, it has to be her hand and no one else’s? why can’t I sit on that plastic covered couch, staring out into the cul de sac, unable to tear my eyes away from the sky turning dim? why can’t i long for that stupid childhood fear anymore?
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