This is how I disappear in pieces.This is how I leave without moving from my place.This is how I dance away.This is how I’m gone before you wake.
—Emma Brynstein
They say I am a brave girlI’m a hailstorm for the rainI’m a volcano for the mountainI’m a diamond for the stoneAnd I wonder if I can be real me.I see the crowdI hear the...
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