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 IN BED MOURNING
THE SMELL OF HER SHAMPOO.
YOU SILLY LITTLE GIRL,
YOU THINK YOU’VE SURVIVED SO LONG
THAT SURVIVAL SHOULDN’T HURT ANYMORE.
YOU KEEP TRYING TO TURN YOUR BODY
BULLET-PROOF. YOU KEEP TRYING TO TURN YOUR HEART
BOMB SHELTER. STOP, DARLING.
YOU ARE SOFT AND ALIVE.
YOU BRUISE AND HEAL. CHERISH IT.
IT IS WHAT YOU WERE BORN TO DO.
COME NOW, YOU PROMISED YOURSELF.
YOU PROMISED YOU’D LIVE THROUGH THIS.

— Clementine Von Radics, Some Things You Could Do To Heal Yourself
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