Soft snow made of breadcrumbs, sailing, trails me back to home
Much like a comb of honey stuck to hide, I whimper, straddle side to side
I see myself from deep inside
I'm inside looking out on me

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:/ A certain Zelly's human met with the nurse practitioner yesterday and finally knows what's wrong with herself.

And it saddens her that if she told most people, she would be considered mental.

*sighs*...no one seems to read these things anyways, except for a few friends. Whatever.