Last night my Chrysalis snapped open. For the space of an hour, perhaps two, perhaps ten- I was curled into myself, claws formed into my pillow where I gripped it as though floundering on a boogie board in the ocean. I sobbed first without sound, then with strange keening noises that didn't come from my throat- that is to say, there were no
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Whatever is most will tell you what you have to do, I think. that is what I do, at least. Sometimes it works.
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