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Her hands clutch a steering wheel she talks of how nervous she is to go to a place with people she doesn’t know how her confidence fails..

there’s a mouldy peach in a bowl I see him dressed in clinging light his wrinkled jeans in small piles strewn from chair to floor and th..

I tell myself this as I close my notebook tell myself I’m beautiful and worthy and other lies I struggle to believe because what is ..

and we’re anchored here on Saturday’s lost island shoulder over shoulder arm over frozen arm and I don’t know how love will so..

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