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I might have a fancy roof over my head and soap to wash away the dirt, but I’m still the same girl beneath. It’s important neither of us forget it.

T.L. Martin

I don’t deal with them. And if I don’t deal with them, I have no reason to learn their names.
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Deal Learning Myself Name Need Reason
She wore her scars as her best attire. A stunning dress made of hellfire.
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Best Fire Hell Myself Scars Stunning
All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living.
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Cold Hard Live People Soft Tragedy Water
When half the town, law enforcement included, has paid the woman in question for an ‘adult evening,’ it’s almost impressive how quickly she loses credibility.
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Herself Impression Law Lose Pay Price Question Quick Woman
Before I found an outlet through sex and blood.
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Blood Myself Sex
I desire very little, but the things I do consume me.
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Consumption Desire Myself
Hatred’s the fuel that keeps me alive.
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Alive Hate Myself
I might have a fancy roof over my head and soap to wash away the dirt, but I’m still the same girl beneath. It’s important neither of us forget it.
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Fancy Forget Head Important Myself Wash Woman
Not everyone knows what to do when they come across a snowflake in the desert.
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Desert Snow Unknown
Maybe she’d try to understand that the dark images muddled my brain until it hurt, until I had no choice but to let them out.
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Darkness Hurt Image Myself Try Understand
I part my lips, but no words come out. I want to cry. Want to beg. Want to scream. But mostly, I want to hold him until I know he’s going to be okay. Then I want him to hold me until I’m okay, too.
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Cry Hold On Lips Love Myself Relationship Word
Do not judge my story by the chapter you walked in on.
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Chapter Judgement Story Walk Yourself
His eyes close, and he draws a long breath. When they open again, they’re colder than ever. “And that’s where you’d be disappointed, Lou. There is no good to be found in Death.
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Cold Death Disappoint Draw Eyes Goodness Myself Open
You are my blue crayon, the one I never have enough of, the one I use to color my sky.
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Blue Crayon Enough Myself Sky
He was unhinged. Shameless. Everything wrong and everything right. And he held the key to my cage in his palm.
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Cage Himself Key Right Shame Wrong
Maybe I’ve dragged myself through the mud since then, but even mud hardens beneath your shoes. I must be standing on a mountain of it by now. And no one can touch me from way the hell up here.
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Hard Hell Myself Stand Touch

I might have a fancy roof over my head and soap to wash away the dirt, but I’m still the same girl beneath. It’s important neither of us forget it.

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