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I spent all this time refusing to apply cover up to scars, while you had your own means in mind. And now how do I look in your eyes? Presentable? Am I adequate now? Beautiful? And then you told me to sit beneath that dead tree, with the sun beating down on me, and I was so thrilled when you came close, but it’s dark under the shade of wings. And I don’t need your placation anymore. I need you.
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