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I. Confidence. The word is so foreign to me it tastes like cotton candy. II. Too sweet, after a day of nothing but salt and tears. III. I eat it like cotton candy, too. Huge bites, gulping, drowning in it would be a reprieve. Eating it this fast will simply give me a stomach ache. IV. I became something I could love. I don't think anyone believed I could pull it off.
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Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 1:42 AM UTC
Liking My Own Appearance; The Mystery
I. Confidence. The word is so foreign to me it tastes like cotton candy. II. Too sweet, after a day of nothing but salt and tears. III. I eat it like cotton candy, too. Huge bites, gulping, drowning in it would be a reprieve. Eating it this fast will simply give me a stomach ache. IV. I became something I could love. I don't think anyone believed I could pull it off.
Steven-Muir
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Steven-Muir
20/Transgender Male
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 1:42 AM UTC
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