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Sep 2015
sometimes it feels like it's not getting cold fast enough
other times i'm terrified of being shut in away from frigid air
i hope this year is different
with less days spent entirely in bed
forcing myself to sleep on mascara stained pillows
how belittling it was
wasting away on a beer stained matress
i'm completely transparent to my house mate
you tried not to look at me because he knows it will make him crumble
where did the time ago?
it feels like i've been stuck on a swing set for 365 days without stopping
Chloë Fuller
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Chloë Fuller  Philadelphia
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