reveal myself.: The truth is I miss you, all the time.

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.: I'm the space between my thighs, daylight shining trough. I'm the bookworm who hides in Fantasy. I'm the circus freak encased in beeswax. I'm the bones they want, wired on a porcelain frame. They want to pull me inside of them, but they're afraid. I'm contagius. I'm that girl.

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