

GloriousThis time it's not Marie.Glorious
This time it's not mostly my fault.
This time it's not my depression.
I'm not in any Portland rain, though I am laying down on a bed, with a friend, and she says, "I love it when you call me baby, baby." She's near me, stroking my hair, looking into my eyes, listening to every heart beat and wondering why...
Why... how... did you become you?
She wants to know more. But we never want to know everything about each other. We want to keep learning, discovering.
She's sweet dreaming there right next to me. The rain's against our window but I p


I won't and willi won't cut my hair for you i won't cut myself for you i won't react the same way for you as she.I won't and will
my hair has grown back my arm has healed over
i won't react like any of that.
she taught me how to be strong she taught me life is cruel she said, "you're a nice girl, but..."
i'll play with my curls and toss my hair and hope that the scars aren't there.
i'll be different this time.
i won't but i will.
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