writings!: ode to kyra

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brown hair in the sun shines red-gold flute playing witch notes rising higher meets the sun

too smart for her own good

too insecure to feel good

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winged eyeliner doesn’t smudge anymore. sparkling eyes with sparklier eyeshadow

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swing dancing rag doll. words fall out of fingers. too hard on herself. projects anger onto people like a whiteboard

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pillow festers with tears.

tea tree oil on everything hugs to feel like she’s worth something somehow the always the object of creepy older guys befriends the wild for thrills ride or die whirling arms and golden face tries too hard dies too hard too much to live for in too little time

invalidation is her achilles heel, but she will insist it’s everyone’s.

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