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<blockquote style="position: relative; padding-left: 55px;"><section><a href="https://eldritch.cafe/users/yonabee/statuses/113426583584681107">yon👻aaah! :heart_transgender: (yonabee@eldritch.cafe)'s status on Tuesday, 05-Nov-2024 05:49:45 JST</a><a href="https://eldritch.cafe/@yonabee" title="yonabee@eldritch.cafe"><img src="https://gnusocial.jp/avatar/109456-48-20231214030717.webp" width="48" height="48" alt="yon👻aaah! :heart_transgender:" style="position: absolute; left: 0; top: 0;">yon👻aaah! :heart_transgender:</a></section><article><p>my partner shared this poem with me and yeah, i felt this one a little bit maybe 😭</p></article><footer><a rel="bookmark" href="https://gnusocial.jp/conversation/3936435#notice-7691381">In conversation</a><time datetime="2024-11-05T05:49:45+09:00" title="Tuesday, 05-Nov-2024 05:49:45 JST">about 19 days ago</time> <span>from <span><a href="https://eldritch.cafe/@yonabee/113426583584681107" rel="external" title="Sent from eldritch.cafe via ActivityPub">eldritch.cafe</a></span></span><a href="https://eldritch.cafe/@yonabee/113426583584681107">permalink</a><h4>Attachments</h4><ol><li><label><a rel="external" href="https://gnusocial.jp/attachment/3411339">a poem named “fragile feelings” by iris rosei grieve who i could’ve been,
had i not lost years of my life,
to the mayhem in my mind.a broken childhood is never buried;
it lives on in your mind, your heart, your soul.the ruins will chase you around,
until you pay attention,
until you cry and grieve and rewire.healing is a full time job,
with no wage.</a></label><br><a href="https://eldritchcafe.files.fedi.monster/media_attachments/files/113/426/557/944/244/023/original/0dd88fc82f8588df.jpeg" rel="external">https://eldritchcafe.files.fedi.monster/media_attachments/files/113/426/557/944/244/023/original/0dd88fc82f8588df.jpeg</a></li></ol></footer></blockquote>

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yon👻aaah! :heart_transgender: (yonabee@eldritch.cafe)'s status on Tuesday, 05-Nov-2024 05:49:45 JST yon👻aaah! :heart_transgender:
my partner shared this poem with me and yeah, i felt this one a little bit maybe 😭
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1. a poem named “fragile feelings” by iris rose i grieve who i could’ve been, had i not lost years of my life, to the mayhem in my mind. a broken childhood is never buried; it lives on in your mind, your heart, your soul. the ruins will chase you around, until you pay attention, until you cry and grieve and rewire. healing is a full time job, with no wage.
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