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moon above and streets below

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this hand will always be here for you to hold

he touches my hair and I flinch because people don’t touch me — but I crave for warmth — and he strolls by and I think I like the look on his face when I tell something he doesn’t expect of me, like how I dye my hair or my family rejects me. it’s exhausting, to try pleasing someone when I know nothing good will ever come out of it, that sins triumphs over weaknesses and endings exist only when he breaks me. because I am his favorite and we both don’t know it but we have the power to crush each other, to be pebbles against boulders.




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