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Maybe life is suppose to hurt.
i call you darling. you used to call me beautiful until i lost enough weight and you gained enough sadness that together we were no longer whole enough to support each other. you never cry when you’re sad the way i do and every place i wished you had kissed is scarred and i can no longer take off my clothes with out turning away from the mirror. now, you don’t call me beautiful and i cannot blame you, though every time you leave i feel myself falling apart at the seams because i don’t think you know how much i need you. so it’s not like i can’t get by with out you; i can and i have and i will again, but right now i want to dive into you and promise you that somehow someway i will make everything okay..
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