The tips of my overgrown bangsdip into the wet of my tears.My fingers, forehead, moisten with sweat.I fight the slipperiness, press the valves firmly,play the love, the hate,the misery, the hope,the freedom that I wanted, never wanted, can't have;that doesn't exist.
-Stasia Ward Kehoe
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