immemorial

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it is four forty-nine in the morning. in roughly an hour and a half, M will come to pick me up and we'll go to school. he'll give me the physics assignment sheet he printed for me, and i'll give him strawberry banana juice.






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yesterday i felt as though i was capable of believing in invincibility; even while so exhilarated, the voice behind my temples spoke with cynical realism and taught me to envy those who are in possessing of such a naive approach to the emotions that fill and strain one's heart as one learns the meaning of age.



















to love myself?






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