{infinite}
2.16.2007
{le côte devoire.}
there's ink on the sheets.
and my jaw is shifting to the right.
so i know
i've
had too much.
dear
eli
,
i'm
in the middle of the ocean.
i haven't left my room in four days.
i've
never been so lonely in my life.
and i think
i'm
in love with
margot
.
new paragraph..
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