she doesn't write, doesn't tell you stories, but somehow it's her words that spring to mind at those crucial, terrifying moments, and for that you are eternally grateful

you can lower your standards, or your pants, but you can't make them love you	here is the mutiny I promised you and here is the party it turned into	All dressed in silence, I stared and lived the morning	love vs. my attention span
province of the brave	What do I do when I'm alone?

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