help you heal. music in the windows. she's eating my blueberries. waiting in the hen-house. skull earrings, she stares through the rain to my real face. never tells me i'm draining. she has no boyfriend trying to fuck me and if she did she would believe me because,
"you always hear the other girl out." liars on fire.
it was a cold winter.
p.s. i'm back. the internet is back on. i've got a lot to tell you.
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