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5am

LYDIA MARTIN → ALLISON ARGENT
march eighteenth

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i'm laying in the parking lot under a lamppost. i should move into the dark. that way people can't see me. that way people would run me over with their cars

the sky is still black. the moon and the stars are still out. i found the zoë nightshade constellation. the way the stars align to show a girl shooting a bow; it reminds me of you.

my cigarette is gone. my lips are cold. my lungs are empty. my body is no longer on fire.

i'm sorry. i know how much you hate hated it when i smoke smoked.

i guess bad habits never really die.