elizabeth. seventeen and curious. if you need me, i'll be inside the chuck e suit.

I have here, for you, our rose-prose. The words that flew, unabashed, from my open wrists, my unclenched fists, when my leaden lips hung listless and unwilling. We’re quieter now, and our needs are magnified. But these few mayhaws are sweet and rotting and I want you to have them. Follow along with me and let’s pretend, for once, that my tones are dulcet and I wouldn’t stammer if I were reading this aloud.

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