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I suppose it was easier to pretend I didn’t exist than it was to exorcise my demons.

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Gifts are meant to be wrapped. Honestly, it’s basic etiquette.
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Basic Gift Honesty Wrap
There’s nothing more dishonest than words.
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Honesty Word
Do not judge my story by the chapter you walked in on.
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Chapter Judgement Story Walk Yourself
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.
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Darkness Deep Forest Jungle Myself Promise Sleep
And you can’t outrun something you can’t see.
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Appearance Run See Yourself
I’m a bird trapped in a self-made cage.
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Bird Myself Prison Trap
He doesn’t look at me like he’s owed anything. He looks at me like I’ve already given him everything.
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Himself Love Myself Relationship Sight
Come to me in pieces and exist inside me whole.
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Existence Myself Pieces
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
Eva’s an enigma, and she’s my enigma. My secret. My lifeline.
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Herself Life Love Myself Relationship Secret
Pushing out a breath, I lean against the wall and slide to the floor. I sit beside her for as long as it takes. Listening until her sobs fade and the shower turns on.
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Breathe Fade Floor Herself Listening Shower
Crawl inside this body, find me where I am most ruined – love me there.
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Body Love Myself Ruin
I can resist everything except temptation.
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Feeling Myself Resistance Temptation
Hatred’s the fuel that keeps me alive.
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Alive Hate Myself
Darkness watches me from every angle. My only friend. From its own place within the silence, it speaks to me in a strange way.
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Angle Darkness Friendship Myself Place Silence Strange Talk
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 suppose it was easier to pretend I didn’t exist than it was to exorcise my demons.

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