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Saturday, December 18, 2010

This part hurts like hell

You're right. I want to cut everything off and be the bones under my skin. Your words are perfect for me to crawl inside of, but you keep pulling me back out as soon as I've found safety. The next best thing is half a world away. Do you want me to cross the snow-covered fields and go hungry like an animal?
Well what did you expect?

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