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– Sue Zhao

[TEXT ID: I know what you wanted. You wanted someone to save you. / No, I wanted somebody to love me. / I think it's the same. It's the same. END ID]

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“I will say it plainly - I loved someone and I failed at it. I like to call myself wound; but I answer to knife.”

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Ummm my life is beautiful and I am loved and I can be skittish and restless and somber and lonely but I am never without hope when within me I carry what magnetizes and emphasizes peace and pleasure

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this time, we escaped together.

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should i or should i not 💭

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I love being a flirty and inquisitive and fun little lady who makes friends everywhere she goes

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you jump, i jump, right?

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wow. i -

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His eyes were almost black, pooling with tears, but none had fallen. I gave him an almost imperceptible nod to go ahead. He brought his lips down to mine and kissed me, slow at first; then faster and faster, to a frenzied pace like one starved for weeks at a feast. He picked me up off the floor and carried me to his bed as I tried to burn the memory of it all into my brain. Ravenous, once was not enough - so, the rest of the night was spent satiating one another until we fell asleep exhausted, clinging; as if sleep might separate us once again and that was to be prevented at all cost. I awoke still in his arms, his hands intertwined with mine. The closest one could get to heaven in New York.

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“There hasn’t been a day that’s gone by that I haven’t thought of you,” I said, my voice shaking; barely above a whisper. The silence swelled like a symphony, but I was too afraid to look at him. Too vulnerable without my armor of cloaking my feelings. I could hear him breathing though - and then a hand on my jaw, tilting my face up to his.

His eyes were almost black, pooling with tears, but none had fallen. I gave him an almost imperceptible nod to go ahead. He brought his lips down to mine and kissed me, slow at first; then faster and faster to a frenzied pace like one starved for weeks at a feast. Clawing, biting, savoring the taste. Insatiable, once was not enough - so, the rest of the night was spent filling one another until we fell asleep exhausted, clinging; as if sleep might separate us once again and that was to be prevented at all cost. When we woke ten hours later, I was still in his arms, both his hands intertwined with mine. I exhaled a sigh of relief, tracing circles on his skin, because I knew I wasn’t dreaming and that this was actually reality.

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Thierry Mugler Spring/Summer 1999

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“You two were toxic,” Marianne said, looking at me with sadness and disappointment in her eyes.

“I don’t know. Most nights, we were all each other had.”

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