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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i exist [as the definition of nonexistence]
Poesie/ˌnänəɡˈzistəns/ the fact or state of not existing or not being real or present. (alternatively: the state of having dug your own grave into the wet earth of a forest far from everyone who ever pretended to care, lying down and letting maggots make...