This isn't for me.
Impatience

elevenmy new skirt is now in shreds, are you listening? careful when sewing up the cigarette-stained slits because blood isn't always a nice touch. the cotton is shredded and im almost naked. hurry up, i cant be exposed like thiseleven
dont you know how to sew? didnt your mother teach you how? thread the string through the eye - of yourself in that old picture frame yellowed and milky from age. i remember you from back then, with your square jaw and your jet-black hair.
quick before the skirt is ruined forever. i wish you would sew quicke
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you said, "the summer isn't over yet but i feel like the trees are already dead."
and i said, "maybe that's just something inside of you that's been blooming and dying for years."
haha.
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