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[________ribcage]

Its hard to describe a nose-dive so hard that you felt the concrete radiate throughout your brain for an entire year. It's hospital scrubs. It's a Wegman's uniform. It's three boxes of chocolate hairdye and your curls still managing to turn hints of red. It's really shitty grades and a lack of motivation. It's Quebec with love. It's grime and dirt

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[anonymous]

I love you. Don't ever fucking forget that.

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[________ribcage]

I love you too.

[anonymous]

count to ten and read
until the lights begin to bleed
lights; till you actually a-see the rays
and your thoughts they start turning
tells you lessons that you're learning
no one has a clue

[________ribcage]

Allright!