He's staring at me like he's never seen me before. I want to wash my soul in the bottomless blue of his eyes.

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It's just a whisper of a kiss but something collapses in my skull. It's a feather-light brush of his mouth against my skin in a place I can't quite see. It's my mind speaking in a thousand different languages I don't understand.

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Sticks and stones keep breaking my bones but these words, these words will kill me.

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I am nothing more than the consequence of catastrophe.

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Mots clés life

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Friendship is not a thing I have ever experienced. Not as a child, and not as I am now.

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Mots clés destroy-me warner

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I have an extremely low threshold for disorder; it offends my very being.

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Mots clés destroy-me warner

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I allowed myself to believe she’d seen a future for us; that she wanted to be with me and simply thought it impossible.

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Mots clés swoon destroy-me warner

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My mind is a warehouse of carefully organized human emotions.
I lock away the things that do not serve me.

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Mots clés simile beautiful destroy-me warner

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In just two days, one girl has managed to cripple me.

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Mots clés warner

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Sometimes I close my eyes and paint these walls a different color. I imagine I’m wearing warm socks and sitting by a fire. I imagine someone’s given me a book to read, a story to take me away form the torture of my own mind. I want to be someone else somewhere else with something else to fill my mind. I want to run, to feel the wind tug at my hair. I want to pretend that this is just a story within a story. That this cell is just a scene, that these hands don’t belong to me, that this window leads to somewhere beautiful if only I could break it. I pretend this pillow is clean, I pretend this bed is soft. I pretend and pretend and pretend until the world becomes so breathtaking behind my eyelids that I can no longer contain it. But then my eyes fly open and I’m caught around the throat by a pair of hands that won’t stop suffocating suffocating suffocating. My thoughts, I think, will soon be sound. My mind, I hope, will soon be found.

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Mots clés juliette destroy-me

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