My brain wants to say: fuck
So I’ve been having odd dreams reader, a smattering mix of sex and violence, love and terror. I was about 16 maybe less and getting ready for prom. My uncle was taking me and we got carjacked on the way there. ... I’ll finish this thought in a bit. Gotta go be mom
Screw rising from the ashes. Light the fucking day on fire and hope for the best. Relearning myself, one page at a time.
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