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We purge who we are into porcelain until our sight goes blurry or skip meals until we’re thin enough to be considered worthy. We shave legs to be clean. We hide monthly swells with crossed legs and silent screams. We tell the man we love, it will be okay, not because we’re sure but because it always is eventually.

ABOUT

“Do you ever feel like you’re running away from life?” She pulls her words into her lungs with the drag of a rolled cigarette, the glowing end of which shows her face through a sky with no moon. 

“Do you ever feel like you’re running away from life?” She pulls her words into her lungs with the drag of a rolled cigarette, the glowing end of which shows her face through a sky with no moon. 

Do you ever feel like you’re running away from life?” She pulls her words into her lungs with the drag of a rolled cigarette, the glowing end of which shows her face through a sky with no moon. 

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