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I hate my (his) eyes, I hate my (his) skin, I hate my (his) hair. I see too well. I’m far too tanned. My hair tickles my neck and makes me want to break down, because it shouldn’t be there.
Grief.
A feeling I thought could only be felt when someone else dies.
But apparently I was wrong.
I mourn myself, selfish.
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Mikell.” I repeat, I haven’t said his name in a while, for a long time it’s been ‘O5-6’, but saying it now brings back the taste of disdain it used to leave on my tongue, “Is it- is it okay to grieve oneself?”
“What do you mean?” He asks, taking a sip from his mug, leaning back into his seat. He looks so exhausted
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