Legacy. What is a legacy?
I misunderstood what I thought I was a part of.
And February was so long / that it lasted into March / and found us walking a path / alone together.
I came of age during a time when the Manic Pixie Dream Girl trope was in full-force. I absorbed the message that being a little bit broken, a little bit sad, and just the right kind of quirky made girls more interesting, and so those were the things I tried to be. Granted, some of them would have happened either way, but in retrospect I see at least a few instances where I was pretty smug about it.
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