On those days,
I don’t know where I end
and my diagnosis begins,
I find myself
etching hearts on elevator walls,
with the keys to my first apartment,
and watch the doors cleave the atriums
so when my heart breaks
I see that I am not trapped
between these two floors.
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Lily Mayo has always loved words. As a child, she scribbled stories, often misspelled and always in glitter gel pen, on every scrap of paper she could get her hands on... and now she is studying English and those words she so dearly loves at a small liberal arts college in Boston. Massachusetts.
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