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i like to go into echoey rooms because i can yell ‘i love you’ and finally hear it back
as they trip over themselves to ask,
“how can you be sad?”
is that I am made of flawed glass
under the weight of my own existance
She was interested in anyone who gave her the time of day— and many people who didn’t.
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