She looks like a little china doll. Everthing about her is graceful and perfect. Leaning against a brick wall. Downtown. A cigarette to her lips. Filter covered in her lipstick. Shes dying inside. A thought comes to her. Where has the time gone? Has it been three days or four? Since shes been home. But she doesnt have a home, really. It is the
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you make me feel better about myself.
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you should feel good about yourself regardless. damnit.
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And you are too.
But just a little less when we're both around. eachother.
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