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Feb 2015
you feel like you’re a swarm of walking warning signs, red flags on your wrists, symptoms like wasps on your tongue, a body more full of bruises and oil stains and bad nights than butterflies and roses - and yet, somehow, nobody ever seems to notice.
Written by
Bella  London
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