I'm all marked up. I feel stretched, like a skin over a drum. It's very interesting, the things that happen. I question myself sometimes. Where are my boundaries? I feel as though I have some etched in pencil, but a strong enough force could entirely obliterate them. Would that be freedom, or madness?
Dance lessons tonight - I'll try to find something productive to do until then.
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