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Loves
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to my child self
oh you sweet child,
you aren't ready. you never will be ready, but the world will force you to take it anyways. this world has no mercy, no love. it does not care.
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autobiography
her hands are chapped and raw from anxiously
peeling away her skin
so she goes through every fidget she can find
and wears them down until they break.
her lips and nose are red and cracked
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The In Between Letters
Dear Anna,