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he could only consider me as the living corpse of a would—be suicide , a person dead to shame , an idiot ghost .
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i'm learning to become all the space i need. i laughed today. for a second i was unhaunted. i was the sun, not light from some dead star. i was before. i am a house swollen with the dead, but still a home.
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“ i'm tough, ” i whisper.
they nod. “ i know you are. ”
“ i can take care of myself. ”
“ you have, ” they say. “ you still do. you always will. i've just joined in, too. now we take care of each other. ”
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i didn't know what to call it, what was happening between us, but i liked it. it felt silly and fragile and good.








