summerstorm

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dear nora,

i'm always wondering, even when i'm not. your name echos through me like a curse.

everyone is acting normal these days. i feel eyes drift to me every once in a while. the curiosity has turned morbid, and it crawls wild all over my skin: i learned to stop flinching eventually.

as if my love makes me guilty. as if your kiss makes you innocent.

i need to get out of this town. but not until i can find you.

love
atlas