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I will get skinny enough to dress up as Black Swan at next year's Halloween.
All that involves is to stop eating, darling.
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I can feel my body falling sick again. As in, 2008 sick. Dodgy blood pressure, palpitations, general "down" feeling - I don't know how to stop it from happening. See a doctor? They sure helped a bunch last time. I don't want to go through all of that again. And we, us, can't take all of that over again.
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Lies. All of it, lies. -
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We are a glass sculpture that has fallen, crashed broken all across the shaky ground beneath our feet.
Pieces of glass, some big, some too small or the eye to see, have slipped through the cracks in the floor.
The glass sculpture can never be made whole again.
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I've started again.
I do wonder if you will listen now.
Or are you even listening at all?
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And so ends another chapter in my life. This is crazy unbelievable. I could've sworn I just left home for university like last week, or really recently ( Read more... )