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Because I'm so small I find it easy to back into corners. I find it easy to close myself behind my knees. The more I sit positioned like a boy, the more I hold my face like a girl. I know that walls are cooler than the air. I know that it makes me sad to press my cheek to the walls. I know that I never wanted to be this unhappy (but I'm not I'm just.). My hands shake and my eyes are so sad.
Sunrise in London is shockingly beautiful. I watch it openmouthed and smile, you know. I can do that. I look at you openmouthed, and when you bruised my inner thigh with your hipbones we were openmouthed. We were just touching with our bottom lips and our eyes were closed. Our skin was pale in the morning light and life sounded like a song through empty milk bottles. Does that make sense? You make me choke on my music.
Sunrise in London is shockingly beautiful. I watch it openmouthed and smile, you know. I can do that. I look at you openmouthed, and when you bruised my inner thigh with your hipbones we were openmouthed. We were just touching with our bottom lips and our eyes were closed. Our skin was pale in the morning light and life sounded like a song through empty milk bottles. Does that make sense? You make me choke on my music.