12.20.24

Let's move to New York Eat Chinese food Fuck each other's brains out on the floor Consume consume consume Only he says it so much better than you do
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Journals (Archive)

Please don't open us up for all the world to see.
She isn't yet ready for the way her heart would bleed.

We contain all of her memories,
those both joyous and filled with treachery.

Her capricious handwriting reflects her emotions,
devoted to writing about all her life's commotions.

In our pages, we have secrets --
a decade long archive of personal leaflets.

We are filled to the brim with paper ephemera,
from tickets to wrappers and even a smudge of mascara --
most of which now seems like it's from a different era.

And she's told us stories that no one else knows,
to this day, we're very proud of the way she grows.

She's been through a lot,
but so have we,
surviving moving and fires and anything that can be.

So please don't open us up for all the world to see.
She's not quite ready to spill the tea.

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