4:30 am

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It's 4:30, and the sky is falling, universes imploding, inside the words "I'll take care of you". I wonder if I'll ever look like something beautiful and bright to somebody. Maybe one day, when I'm more than a train wreck, more than a girl clinging desperately to the lilting poetry of the dead.

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