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I wake up in the morning, every morning. Not because I want to or because I need to, but because is needed.

I've failed in this test, that I studied for the last 14 years, but I didn't have enough cheer to climb. I've never have enough "cheer" to actually do anything.

I'm starving, really fucking starving. I'll eat my hunger and write it in my bones. The way I write your name everynight. It has a little blood stains but, what doesn't?

I've been blue for so long that I'm starting to look like a fucking smurf, but with less carisma. And charm. And I'm really not that cute.

I really like the way your hands move. Like they could break me and make at the same time. I'll let you put my pieces back together anytime. Even when I know, you'll only burn them.

Have you ever tried to hug death, without caring about the bruises and scars afterwards? She's really sweet once you get to know her. Really, really addictive.