Haunted Girl
Briefly looking at 18 year old me
(Summer of 1997, right after graduation, holding onto my dog Bearface)
She’s still there, this haunted girl, she lives in the pieces of me that longs for midnight car rides and losing myself in live music and feeling like nothing matters more than the moment you’re in right now.
I was sitting on the floor coloring, feeling lost…
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