an image crossed my timeline that contained my deadname, and i just… froze. it was such a base reaction that i was paralyzed there thinking:
“why. why is That there. … i thought i got rid of That. … why. why.”
consciously, i know it wasn’t my name, it happened to be the same letters in the same configuration in the same language, but it wasn’t about me, therefore it wasn’t mine. … however, it isn’t that simple.
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