When I was thirteen, Yiro was over and we decided to cut our wrists with an old box of razor blades we found. We bled a lot and went to sleep. For years after that I thought I was dying and living out a fever dream in my bedroom late that night. I know I am not and I know this is my life and this is me and this is what I have made.
Drink wine and look in the mirror and pretend you recognize yourself. Pretend.
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