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by plastickitteh May 24, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / other
Standing in dark. Air paper thin. Sharing this space with you. My thoughts flicker, Filling my mind with a great want. I long to be weak. To be a lesser version of myself, To disappear within your arms. Defenceless. I want to be unadorned, imperfect. I want. Thou shall not covet.