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I know I’ve made it because my hands smell like corn, and by my feet is a can that says Del Monte.

When I met a girl on Omegle who read me like three incoherent, handwritten, multi-page love poems

I think that's what it means to feel something

I never paid attention when I went to Jewish school, and I never once sat through services 

And yet I know the sound, like a heartbeat in grey