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2009-09-18
tracking system


These hands aren't made to be held. And this life wasn't made to be lived. In my first years on this planet, I learned more about tracking my breath around the room behind shutters and dark curtains than I would ever understand about other humans. And I grew into a sickly pallor I would never outgrow.



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