Literature
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all at once, there is a bigness and a smallness that I feel as if there is not enough skin to cover me and yet that I am drowning in my own mind; this feeling of inadequacy; like goldilocks and the three bears
this meatsuit is too big
this meatsuit is too small
this meatsuit is too hot
this meatsuit is too cold
this meatsuit is too hard
this meatsuit is too soft
i never knew what to call it, my search for the thing, this word i could never describe, but now i know what it is, it’s a meatsuit. A meatsuit for my family, for my few friends, a meatsuit for grandma and a meatsuit for my brothers, and a meatsuit for when I am too scared to