"They've clipped my wings again, tore them apart and then, left me. No use to fly away to my yesterday of freedom."
Lemon by Katy Rose. It keeps jumping into my head. I can relate to it so much. Pain is my only zen of fun. When you feel really dissociated, there are only two things which prove to you that you are here. One of them is smell because it shows you that you can't be dreaming. The other is feel, because if you can feel something, it's got to be real.
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