ClairE all i can do is keep walking back and forth
and back and forth
and it's all my brother's rap music
and waking up and eating red meat
and walking into the bathroom and brushing my teeth
and walking out into the golden light
and the same old fights
and going out and coming in
worrying wishing praying
then next day happiness
and it seems all the same.
the snow isn't coming. but even if it did, it would be no event, even if a red cardinal went and died on our lawn. it'd just remind me of my blood on the snow.
(hyper) cube Claire Elizabeth!
Get out of your parents house now! Don't pack! Don't look back! It's affecting your mind!

Call me from the nearest phone booth - i'll come pick you up!
what's it to you?
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