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Hell is a teenage girl
Category: Writing and Poetry
Hell isn't a place. it's a body. It's my body, stretching, twisting, breaking itself into a shape I don't recognize. My skin is an ill-fitted dress, stitched together by expectations I never agreed to wear. My bones creak under the weight of a thousand whispered judgements. Hell is a teenage girl because they tell you to be quiet, to be polite, to be small. But they don't understand the kind of fu... » Continue Reading