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  Hey! I’ve realized that You are a Venn diagram, but You would never tell me that. Hm.    
The constellation consisted of magnetars
  Drain my skin with hands that plunge into my flesh. Ruby drops streaming down my arms, my legs, my chin. Sliding and mixing with salty sweat and tears.
I can feel him staring His eyes always on me Covered my sunglasses But I see his face move Window, mirror, window, mirror As I walk to school One day there were no glasses I saw his eyes
One night i had a dream. I dreamed i was walking along a darkened road, holding hands with a faceless man. As we walked scenes of my life flashed across the sky. I noticed that in every scene
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