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6d
sometimes
i need to remind myself
you’re my therapist,
not my buddy.
but man,
i wish i could text you.

i’m breaking
to pieces,
tearing
at the seams —

could you please
clear your calendar
for me?
this one is about depression, and wishing you could lean on someone you’re not allowed to.
kortu valentine
Written by
kortu valentine  F/UK
(F/UK)   
68
     Darla Haven, ac and Olivia Williams
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