I want to starve myself into non-existence.
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All I want to do is fall asleep in his bed. Spend the night in his bed.
Wake up in the morning in his bed. His arms around me. His lips on my cheek.
Us in his bed.
I don’t want to be walking along the edge of anything. It allows too much wonder for something else.
I don’t want possibilities;
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