// entry fifty-four //

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12:26am, the 21st of June on a Sunday

// blister: i'll shut my door to exclude the noise that sneaks into the crevices of everyday existence. i'll cover it up with a band aid for it aforementioned me with too much friction, pain and caused me blisters. //

// never knew: I never knew there were people like you so much so that I thought I was alone in the world. I would cry myself to sleep and stay inside the whole week because I thought I was the only girl. //

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