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- megan williams upon turning 25, a small nervous breakdown ┊ i thought this birthday, a quarter centure alive, might finally quiet my greed for more [...] more chocolate cake, more assurance that i matter, god damnit, that i am worth celebrating even without the love, the little house, the vegetable garden, just me alone, the most stubborn weed, my stupid face turned toward the sun
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