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You say my heart is better now, perhaps it is so as it is calm and resting, and a heart is a nesting bird. A bird that will roost and migrate when the weather wanes. Which cliff will it climb, a mess of twig and terror; feather and fatal flaw. Will you pour salt into my mouth?

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i am sick again, fuck you immune system, spending last night + today in bed with books in my mother's old shirt, thinking that you are just one of the boys and maybe i am one of the luckier ones

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