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Portland, Oregon. Falling in love with the art of everything.

  • Writer's pictureRachel Sandstrom Morrison

please, don't.

that's why it feels so bad

you can tell


you can feel my attention surge at carefully worded messages,

my heart swell at things we have in common, things i thought made me weird and unlovable.


you weaponize it

you use it to get me to fall a little bit in love with you

you know there's nothing here

and still

i fall

fuck

me

(please)

(don't)


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