Schrödinger's girl

The green curry inside me was tame. Something felt missing about it. Could not for the life of me figure it out. It was fine. Mothers filled my senses, but the girl stood out. She who was dead and alive at the same time.

She always fell asleep early. If I should trust her for saying so, I must trust her. Imposing my own wants against anyone's desire is a clear recipe for disaster. Sometimes I feel like being swallowed into a dream that I could not for the life of me walk away from, because it is completely insane to think that this is happening to me all of a sudden, driven by the madness of a morning twilight's melancholia. She wants to be saved, just unsure that it would be. However, it will not be me.

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