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TattooGirl
You’re not beautiful when you cry. You scrunch up your face, make strange sobbing sounds. Your mascara tracks, and your nose starts to run. You cling to me, and I think you look positively revolting...
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TattooGirl
The clouds don’t have shapes anymore. Ever since I was little, the clouds have had shapes, even if sometimes, they just look like huge, woolly sheep. Still, they were always m...
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TattooGirl
When you speak, the words that I wish I’d written come, a torrent of beauty in a few sentences.When you laugh, the sound that I spend hours wishing I could imitate comes cascading from you, remi...
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TattooGirl
We met by the beach, didn’t we? It was a beautiful day. If you don’t mind a bit of rain now and then. Do you remember how gloriously the sun shon...
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