We are the small town girls, ripe for the picking.
Skinned knees, tiny fists hammering at 3 in the morning.
We need a fix for loneliness!
"He will do very well I suppose"
"He doesn't love me".
"Use him as poultice".
These bogus medications kept us going for so long.
.
I've never felt so alive
until he broke my heart.
For my beautiful misfits <3
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