Dakota. 18. Rhode Island. Massachusetts.

Years away
finds me here today
On my own and know less of my way now
So I send my friends
gifts from where I've been
something for the hand that's never there to lend

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Carry an apple in my pocket
I write reminders on my skin
Clip meaningless pictures from old magazines
I tape them to the walls
It's a bad place I'm in

And nothing you can say or do will stop me
And a thousand dead friends can't stop me

I go back to places I remember
See what's been going on without me
Stare down the strangers at the bus stop
Pretend they've been gossiping about me