emmacherry
My mind is an igloo. Sometimes it gets quite cold in the world, and I keep my bones warm and dry in there. The walls are ice, but they comfort me well. Perhaps there is a vase of sunflowers inside - even when I retreat into myself, completely alone, I need to remind myself that there is sunlight.
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