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Aug 2014
A year later, I would still fold myself into anything you wanted…And that’s the problem… when you have a body made of paper, you start seeing how easy it is to crease yourself over…it becomes easy to forget who you ever were before you learned how to bend.
thatdreadedpoet
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thatdreadedpoet  Los Angeles
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