March 15
A spider on a
knotted branch kneels down upon
my arm. Hello, sir.
March 16
Obsessing over
looks, girls self-induce false “beau-
ty.” Who judges this?
March 17
Stitch my pieces back
together now. I was ripped
at the seams. Shredded.
March 18
Formulate words that
my hearts longs to hear. Voices
cry out in silence.
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