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" i am not from here. my hair smells of the wind and is full of constellations, and i move about this world with a healthy disbelief. "
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" It’s all too much and not enough at the same time. "
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" With one burning hand she held his and with the other she kept pushing him away. "
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" I don’t care anymore, but sometimes, it hurts just a little "
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" I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love. "
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