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May 2013
I can see it now
The skin to skin contact
My knuckles gracefully tearing through thick layers of tension
Slicing a thin layer of fake smile above your lifted cheekbone.
Wouldn’t that feel great?

I don’t hate you though,
Do I?

How could I?

It’s because you hate me
And maybe I just can’t handle that.
*I don’t know how to.
Written by
Mads
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