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I am Jevee, I am sixteen, I am directionless.
Your eyes droop, your lashes are long but down, wilting like flowers. There are birds, dark shapes that twist up high in the hundreds, before falling like steady rain. You are falling with them. But you're not coming back up, oh you're not coming back! You're drowning without water. You're drowning, you're-
Vulnerability is a quality I posess. I am weak, perpetually freezing by the gaping hole that was once sustinence. I am loveless, I write stories of the terrible and beautiful people of this concrete sea. Blessed with the ability to form words silently, the noises cut like silhouettes from a sky of syllables, I have become a medical mishap. Inability to believe in consequence, disease carved into my genetics without sympathy. Microscopic portions, a spine sharp like razors, somewhere far away.
People will do anything when they don't know how to live.
