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Some Things You Could Do To Heal Yourself:

Don’t kiss the boy with no bicycle. 
Don’t kiss the girl with moon lips. 
Don’t kiss wild animals
or hand grenades. 
You fuck for the same reasons 
lost men drink. 
Stop. 

Don’t spend another day
mourning the smell of her shampoo.

You silly little girl,
you think you’ve survived so long
survival shouldn’t hurt anymore.
You keep trying to turn
your body bulletproof. 
You keep trying to turn your heart into 
a bomb shelter. Stop, darling. 
You are soft and alive. You bruise 
and heal. Cherish it. 
It is what you are born to do. 

It will not be beautiful but the truth
never is. Come now,
you promised yourself. 
You promised yourself 
you’d live through this. 

- Clementine Von Radics

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