Broken Woman. Trying to be the person she was. Washes dishes. Changes diapers. Remembers living.
Caravan gypsy. Unofficial town spokesperson. Unqualified Russian lit expert, or a fan girl, late to the game. Horrifying grammarian. Dyslexic by trade.
I'm a liar and a thief. I steal memories, and gobble them up. Occasionally, a heart. My writing is the moment you thought you hid. Only I lived.
I'm an embarrassing entry in your 8th grade diary.
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Story by Amity Jean
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After Us, The Deluge
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Musings of grandiosity. Fiction. Nonfiction. I guess, it depends, the truth is in who you know. Or, how you l...
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