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have you ever met someone and found yourself so overwhelmed by passion that you just had to tell them everything? every odd and amazing fact you learned in school (like how a giraffe’s heart is the largest in the animal kingdom like how the smallest bone in your body resides in your ear like finding out exactly where in the world the Isle of Man is like how everything you’ve ever felt is a result of chemical reactions that occur in your brain) everything you had to find out for yourself (like how if you somehow manage to hit your head hard enough, you actually do see stars like how it feels to be talentless at something, but to love doing it anyway like how it feels to love someone so much, you don’t simply feel butterflies in your stomach, but in every fucking fibre of your body like how it feels to lose that person) everything you’ve learned from other peoples’ experiences (like why it’s important to truly know your limits like how, if you spend too much time in chlorinated water, patches of hair on your body will actually stop growing back like what might drive someone to physically harm themselves like what might drive someone to leave and never come back) everything I wish I never found out (like what it feels like to get used to the sight of your mother crying like what it feels like to be screamed at, hit, degraded, torn down, and shattered on a school night like what it feels like to go to school the next morning with a smile on your face, playing pretend that everything is just dandy, day after day like how, no matter how hard you pretend something doesn’t exist, that doesn’t make it go away like how cuts, bruises, scrapes, and breaks will always heal on their own, but how the emotional stuff is a little trickier.) have you ever met someone that you just knew would actually get it if only you could find the words?
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kmartin28

I'm Kelsey. Sex positive, liberal, feminist, hot mess, sorority girl, laughs at everything. Sometimes I write awful poetry.

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