“The road hums under Lexi’s wheels, holy water spilled on the bunk, and I’m here with a pen and a prayer. This is my diary–bare, unpolished, for no one and everyone. July 15, 1997, I was born, and today, November 17, 2025, I begin. Who will find me in the ethers? A cigarette’s out the window, a braid swings free, and the moon waits. Welcome.”


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