I hate that I still look at you
like you're the fucking stars.
The Book I Will Never Write.
Table of contents-
confession.
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confession.
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apology.
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realization.
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confession.
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bullet wounds
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dolls.
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anxious.
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change.
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death.
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misunderstood.
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death pt. 2
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dear mom.
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irrational.
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rabbit holes.
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The Puppeteer.
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age.
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unexpected.
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observation.
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help.
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If I Were In Charge Of The World.
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mom and dad.
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because.
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Yin.
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Yang.
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happy.
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real.
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leave.
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numb.
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oxygen.
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mother.
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fighting.
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nonexistent desire.
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confused.
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Feminist.
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Attention.
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Milky Way Melody.
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take me.
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stay a little longer.
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roses.
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we are.
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shine the light.
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human.
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exist.
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Brother.
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sunshine.
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change.
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2 am thoughts
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cookie cutter.
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hope.
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middle school.
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To My Daughter.
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missing you
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stars.
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friends
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