Undo the undone.

Keep pinching myself to see if it’s fake yet–if someone undid This Thing Which Has Happened–but I am tethered to reality, no matter how hard I shut my eyes and try to wish it away.

It’s not my pain, so I can’t write about it yet. It’s not mine, but I am trying to take on as much of it as he’ll let me so he doesn’t drown.

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