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a girl showed me her soul once. it was on paper, writen from the darks of her mind in a depressive fit held together by the walls of the girls bathroom at lunch and triggered by something completely uneventful that meant so much to her. she was hesitant to show me, but her muscles eased when i told her it was the most precious thing i'd ever seen and held her. we lay and said things to the gloom and faceless state of each other, legs entwined which made me remember and long for my lover, and we held hands. and woke up the next morning to each other, our words like a blanket around us. and i felt privledged to know this person and to have seen her. it's going to be a nice journey with her.