by. Be Shakti Dear Woodsy Baby, I know you wish you had left a letter and tucked it into Chris’s pocket. I know you wish equally that you hadn’t touched his leg side. You felt the hard, crunchy cotton wool stuffing jammed inside his body cavity and it reminded you of the cheap carnival stuffed animals you just had to win, but ultimately ended up discarding anyway. You are learning the hardest lesson early, young. Maybe too young. You lost your brother. And you will lose everything you love. Let this sweet, young corpse cut open your chest cavity. Stay soft. Your heart breaks to open. Love, always and forever, Woodsy Baby/Bug/Bethany/Be/Wild Heart
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