NC (1975- / Detroit, Michigan)


I feel safe here at Angela’s.
She’s the kind of person I who throws her arms open to you.
No questions asked.
Angela would do anything for me.
She said so.
I am unworthy of a friend like her.
I have nothing to give in return.
Unless chaos, tears, drama and snot become valuable commodities.

by Norah Comerio

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