It’s a sweat with a depth and no scent that says, “I worked to be here and I’m taking up all of this space.” I feel it drip down my back beneath my team t-shirt, the pressure from the fingertips of my chosen family around my waist sticking the fabric to my skin. There’s tears too, some are
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Jul 29, 2022
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