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look at my face. notice how it's taped around
the edges. I'm starting to like the sweet torture of the way you treat me. I've already learnt that love is so sour it makes your mouth pucker. what i didn't know was that it was suffocating. and not just the fact that he had his fingers around my throat.
mama didn't tell me that love makes me love not being able to breathe. i guess they should have taught me that in school but i live in a country where they don't teach things that are needed. i don't know how to file for taxes. or pay mortgage. but at least I know how to solve for x. after all he was a lover of art. and he solved every part of me in the way he painted. all the soft. raw. and beautiful.
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i love the way he loves.
