or when the water feels like home.
sometimes, i forget what it feels like to return to a place that welcomes me.
the chlorinated water surrounded me, and i just wanted to stay there with pruney fingers forever.
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Smart Girl
Non-Fictionthoughts from the smart girl. //the journal of wren// //highest rank #2 in non fiction// //all names of real people interacted with here are altered from their original versions for privacy's sake//
