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not graduation

hello, i'm nineteen, but you can call me two weeks. i am two weeks away and i have plane tickets to paris i am two weeks too late and two weeks too much and two weeks for you and two weeks until two months until i am a teenaged preacher in a country i've never seen and two weeks for two emails and...

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positive affirmations

I don't believe my face has enough color in it, so I wear lipstick though my mother tells me not to. I don't believe in coincidences either, but I like the idea of myself stumbling about on an unseen map. I don't believe God sleeps well on the nights when my best friend loses herself in her own sheets, and it's become apparent...

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the moon boy

and to him my mind is only the tide. emptying myself when he calls on a wednesday night, running home only when he says it's time to go, picking the gravity off my skin. and we dance, like the traffic in this college town. ...

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