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Sunshine
My sweet, sane sunshine. You never stay. My eyes close, and you become smoke.
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Dhachaigh
His eyes remind me of my skin, and when he looks at me, it is like staring at a version of myself that I have yet to grow tired of. When he is tired, he speaks to me in his language, as if I will automatically understand him, correcting himself when my face contorts in…
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Youth Is Wasted On The Young, And So Is True Love
I’ve wasted too much energy on people who fall in love with fucking me. My heart has only ever locked eyes with an equal once, and that was wasted, because youth is wasted on the young, and so is true love. I don’t want to be fucked. I don’t care if magazines and viral tweets…
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April 1st
Who needs April Fools, when life right now is a joke? I am not laughing.
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I Am Still Here
The sky was still blue and beautiful at six AM, when I respawned, refreshed and ready to try and live again, so, I got the idea that maybe the sky is stronger than I gave her credit for, and so am I. The sun still rose. The cool but pleasant air of early spring still…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 