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i miss the child i was at 17.
i miss 17, i miss missing, i miss loving nothing.
i miss wanting to feel and not being old enough to get it yet.
i miss thinking i was emotionally literate.
im 19.
nineteen.
i am still a baby, a kid, a viriginal chalice not yet ready to be drunk from.
there is no slow down, you crazy child when it comes to me.
my onlookers wince as i choo...
Wednesday 21st September 2022 10:32 pm
an ode to Nancy
she died on the bathroom floor you know.
a cut on her ribs.
the rib borne from man,
killed the girl on the bathroom floor.
no one had kindness. no one had words of condolences.
only four pictures and a note,
only they proved someones love for her.
the things that made her beautiful,
an innocence lost,
a bleach blonde tangle,
and a vicious lover from a doomed...
Monday 6th June 2022 6:36 pm
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