i don't care.
i have boyfriends
sifting through the dirt
you can't look me in the eyes
i smoke alone...in the hallway, by the bathroom, in the corner
the doorbell rings
i wear yellow every day and it bothers me
it is simple
it is complicated
it smells like chaos, between my teeth, with my lips slightly parted
you keep trying to grab my hair...
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two months back
the scar itches terribly in the cold