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Mar 2020
unanswered phone calls at 3 am / shattered broken beer bottles on the wooden floor and broken cigarettes in half filled water glasses  / blackish black mascara running down my foundation stained cheeks / your hand wrapped in ace bandages while your brother fixes the hole in the wall for the third time / inner thigh touching and eager red stained lips / another night of me wishing things were different.
this is basically reflecting my past and how things used to be. i’m so glad i’m not in the same place i was, things got so much better. things will get better for you.
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phoebe  21/F/TX
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