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StoryÉlodie maggyvaneijk1912 years 11 months ago

My stories

Cherry

A Maggy-Morning (IP)

This IP was too good to miss out on.
Cherry

Fat Girl

I’m big I’m broken I can’t change form the chemical cheese they feed me has slowly seeped into the hollows of my bones and I am so full
Cherry

All the women in my family smoke

I’m older now, coming to terms with gaps that can’t be filled the morning blinks into my room through wet windows and I promise I’m not crying
Cherry

Road-kill Beautiful

Based on the character of Tracey from "The Tracey Fragments" by Maureen Medved.
Gold cherry

One Shirley Temple and Five Pints of Stella

our little lives like hop scotch one day it’s crazy, the next day it’s not

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