There are walls, vampires and therapists, friends thick like blood and family thin like slicks of oil on a rocky surface, men you pity and mysterious boys who judge you with concerned eyes and pain that radiates from your chest to your fingertips.
All I want to do is trust the process.
Yours,
I
On the canvas, I am: blue wallpaper
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