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she has shape-shifted and switched sides many times, kind of similar to the way water bursts when placed into the tiniest of containers. and she has learned because the ounces of liquid once lost came back to haunt her. still, she hears their voices in her nightmares: "you're soon to evaporate, water never really does change". she has shivered. she has spent time in solitary, all those years staring out to the world that laughed at her tears, droplets of pure water mixed with ichor, of blood mixed with sweet, sweet liquor. but you have started to discover the wonders this world holds, the secrets the water covered (just like her, she always hid) oh. please. no. so you must never give in to the pull that turned me into water in the first place you must remain strong, a hurricane and a glass of lemonade cannot compare to honey mixed in with all of your thoughts. because you have been made with the same razor edges your baby blanket was woven out of and that is surely the most memorable thing about you.
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Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 10:24 AM UTC
emilia
she has shape-shifted and switched sides many times, kind of similar to the way water bursts when placed into the tiniest of containers. and she has learned because the ounces of liquid once lost came back to haunt her. still, she hears their voices in her nightmares: "you're soon to evaporate, water never really does change". she has shivered. she has spent time in solitary, all those years staring out to the world that laughed at her tears, droplets of pure water mixed with ichor, of blood mixed with sweet, sweet liquor. but you have started to discover the wonders this world holds, the secrets the water covered (just like her, she always hid) oh. please. no. so you must never give in to the pull that turned me into water in the first place you must remain strong, a hurricane and a glass of lemonade cannot compare to honey mixed in with all of your thoughts. because you have been made with the same razor edges your baby blanket was woven out of and that is surely the most memorable thing about you.
14.3.18 // this one's for you em. i once stood where you are now, and i've learned to just accept my quirks, because they're, well, mine. i wrote this hoping it would remind you that who you are is valid, and beautiful.
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Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 10:24 AM UTC
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