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6d
Today was a bad day.
Today was the same as any other day.
Until a text,
Until a response,
Until new information.
The rug that was once carefully placed.
An object for me to hold,
To be centred by,
Ripped away.
emily
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emily  F/living in my head
(F/living in my head)   
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