Mean: a Matty Healy Fiction
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Last published Mon, Oct 19, 2015
I know he cares.
Because he spends so much of his time making me feel little. I knew he would be right here from the moment when we met. I was only 13, and he was 20. It was platonic. It's always been platonic, but here I am 4 fucking years later and I'm so in love with him I think I might hate him. I hate him because he shines a light on everything in me that I've worked so fucking hard to hide. And he likes it.
He's twisted. And I'm screwed.
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