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I am leaving this country.

My body only responds to his honey touches. My tummy feels perpetually funny as if there's a blooming branches inside of me. The boy creates a universe and I feel cosmic.

Summer time has arrived once again. This time of every year either bores me to death or clings to the back of my head forever. I am sixteen now, still chasing after a golden happiness and myself. I have grown and blossomed and wilted and evoked. Summer takes me here where it all started.

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