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He: What’s the matter with you?

Me: Nothing.

Nothing slowly clotting my arteries. Nothing slowly numbing my soul. Caught by nothing, saying nothing, nothingness becomes me. When I am nothing, they will say, surprised, in the way that they are forever surprised, ‘But there was nothing the matter with her.’

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Tuesday Jan 1 @ 04:23am
tagged as: jeanette winterson.

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