My dear, find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
I wore you like a bruise and always on show. When they asked how it happened all I said was that I fell too hard.
-'how you told your story on my skin'
N.S
Kristina
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