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all my friends are drunk & i'm at a party writing a sad poem that doesn't make any sense

letters to people who have made me happy & letters to people who have made me cry

atoning on the bathroom tile

something about a spindle, a darkness, a fever, & a necklace ( plus some broken bottles )

don't tell my mom

apartment 204, room e

written on a napkin, many months ago

28 minutes & 46 seconds

dandelions don't grow here ( - but you can keep your feet on my dash )

untitled no. 6

a compilation of things that matter