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Jul 2014
What is to become of the You who _*

a) finds herself traveling through the sharp, acidic, triangular tunnel while attempting to drive home from a drunken love and self worth/self control final exam?
b) finds herself looking at the life inside of her in a stiff, unsettling room with a stranger in a white coat and heels; the only literal touch of support from salty drops of on lens cleaner?
c) finds herself with fingers cut from stacks of paper, as well as the stacks of paper cut by her struggling, broke fingers and overloaded, broke mind?
d) finds herself with sore cheeks from pulling an expression with a falling face, falling down with the *sky
and her sister's damp, isolated ground in a field of yellowed bones, shed hair and disintegrated skin?
Dear "friend,"
You are going down a rocky path and you're not watching your step. You've got the wrong, non-supportive people surrounding you now and we can't seem to get through until you physically see how it benefits you. I can see your future and you should have seen it too, when it should have flashed before your eyes in the moment where my beautiful word choice crashed into a ******* mailbox.
Kai
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Kai  25/Androgynous/Montana
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