notes from a person passing through

Written while looping “Mine” by Alice Glass and wondering if pain can ever really become mine again, after someone else claimed it first. ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ It’s easy to romanticize survival when you’re no longer bleeding. People want a clean…