i will keep on nursing
this ravenous, mortifying fire
life is too boring otherwise
it's not even...... i don't know
i don't even know what i want
i want you to remember all those dumb, casual details
i want to hear about your mortifying 7th grade experiences
(every SINGLE one)
i want you to let me pop the zits on your back
i guess, really, it's more like
what DON'T i want?
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