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Look at me. Cherish this moment, ma'am. We'll never be this young again. Flawless and fragile. Silk for skin and glass for eyes.      I can see through you. But only to what you wish me to perceive is the truth. We'll make connections, I'm good at talking, always.      Flattery? No. But I think about you and a better me would jump through hoops to know you.      Such a relief from my own mind. I create this cell. But it's where I... "sharpen my tools". Get to know me. Ask. I'm more open than you think. What do I have to protect? What am I scared for you to know?         That I'm false? That I don't konw what I am? That I'm confused? I rise and fall in confusion. Uncertainty. Get to know me. I am too, truly. I'm not who I was yesterday, nevermind last week, last month, last year?
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Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 12:38 AM UTC
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Look at me. Cherish this moment, ma'am. We'll never be this young again. Flawless and fragile. Silk for skin and glass for eyes.      I can see through you. But only to what you wish me to perceive is the truth. We'll make connections, I'm good at talking, always.      Flattery? No. But I think about you and a better me would jump through hoops to know you.      Such a relief from my own mind. I create this cell. But it's where I... "sharpen my tools". Get to know me. Ask. I'm more open than you think. What do I have to protect? What am I scared for you to know?         That I'm false? That I don't konw what I am? That I'm confused? I rise and fall in confusion. Uncertainty. Get to know me. I am too, truly. I'm not who I was yesterday, nevermind last week, last month, last year?
spencer-kilpat
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Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 12:38 AM UTC
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