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But how do you know what’s real and what’s not when the whole world is inside your head?

One day you fall for this boy. And he touches you with his fingers. And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth. And it hurts when you look at him. And it hurts when you don’t. And it feels like someone’s cut you open with a jagged piece of glass.
 
 
— The Tracey Fragments
 

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