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[beyondtragedy]

I have 6 page paper to write to night, and I can't stop noticing bodies. And feeling a feeling in my stomach like melting ice, slipping into the longing again, which jerks you around at its mercy, and yet it fuels you. It gives me a kind of energy which I tend to discount, but if you use it you pay a price. The flipside of beauty, which is the

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[ivy_olive]

I LOOOVe you.
breath...