trust? no. truce? absolutely

dying inside, glowing outside

emotionally hungry, not physically

swim? no thanks, i’m decor

45 degrees of inner monologue

just girly things… with dad’s face

those legs? illegal in five countries

half human, half rotisserie chicken

taxonomist by day, punster by trait

she’s full of lies and nuggets

give me mars!

left with depression and cat gifs

smells like genius… and melted wire

90% chance of flying bins

root cause? me. always me.

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