my arms have been severely abused. i look a bit like a junkie. in the last week i have had multiple vials of blood taken from me, a TB test, & a tetanus shot. i kind of liked the pain at first, but now... mostly not.
& i am luckier still...she & i are two little fish, connected by soul-ar cords...crab shells cracked & broken in our wake...
& i am luckier still...she & i are two little fish, connected by soul-ar cords...crab shells cracked & broken in our wake...
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its silly how sorrow always brings with it poetry and rememberance...
your words are like poetry to me.
thank you for everything you've ever given me.
my life was so fucked up that year we met, but i wouldn't trade it for anything. i'd experience it ten times again if it meant coming out of it with a friend like you.
i'm totally gonna come and crash on your couch just so i can hear that southern twang.