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  • Norma. Chicago. To me you are a work of art, and I would give you my heart - that's if I had one.

    
It’s getting to be that time of year again. Where it’s easy to sleep in past the last sliver of daylight. Where you forget how cold it really gets until you can feel your bones against the skin in your fingers. Where that cemetery growing inside your body comes alive. Your bones dance. Your blood boils.
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I need to detach myselfto allow myself to flourish
But still, I cling and hopethat I can fool myself into their faithand ignorance.