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Identity.“You're a completely different person,” she whispered in my ear. I could feel her breath moist and warm against the nape of my neck. Sliding her hands around my waist, then up my arms from elbows to shoulders. Gently, slowly, barely touching my skin. It made my hairs stand on end.Identity.
My mind was blank as if hypnotized.
“You could be just like before.” I swayed. Tipsy. Drowning in her words.
A throbbing, suffocating knot grew in my throat, expanding into my chest. My heart thudded dully beneath my ribs. Slowing. Keeping rhythm with her words.
“What is
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oh god, dear god, good godit is an infection, an air-born diseaseoh god, dear god, good god
springing from
your eyelashes and your paper jesus'.
it's inside
porcelain girls with their pale lips and hidden
scars, lonely boys whispering around the pearls
on their tongues, aliens with razor blade dreams
and their heroin-addled phantom lovers.
and dear god it's like reading and realizing you're there and you are the boygirl who is being torn down and apart and through because really this
book is exactly like your world, our world, except
it's never been real.
a
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Surgically removed myself from myself with 83% success
I apologize for my late reply. I haven't been too diligent in answering my messages.
take care...drive safely
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Surgically removed myself from myself with 83% success
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
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All I ask,
All I need,
Let me open whichever door I might open.
A Certain Slant of Light
xo!
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infected with the flower fever
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