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Ma was going to make me go pandal-hopping one way or another
I told her I hate it, so she told me she hates me but still puts up with me because life isn’t fair.
Writing life
I walk away, because I know just how fast and short my temper burns. At the drop of a hat, bridges will be in ashes.
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It was my sorest tattoo yet
But Simi’s Simisola was good for the pain.
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Never have I been more conscious of how “direct” and “overly-intense” I am
My classmates are from Germany, Japan, Cuba, Italy, England, France, Taiwan, and more.
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Someone told me I’d probably spent enough time in dusty old libraries in my life
London was built on a floodplain, and that’ll probably be its downfall in the end.
I am the doctor with a diagnosis, the telegram that comes early in the morning, the six missed calls from your mom
Okay, that is really dramatic. I am not that important.
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I moved back and forth between this life and that life
Caught constantly between my open wounds pressed against sharp edges and my peeling skin, and her open wounds pressed against sharp edges and her peeling skin.
