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Mama, there's a boy and he says he loves me but I don't want to believe him. I think he's in his wrong mind. I am scrawny but not skinny enough. I am insane. I am insane and I feel like that's okay. Is that okay? I think so.Mama, can you die of starvation? I went to a hotel and I nearly jumped out of the window, just because it was there and I could have.
I dreamt of holding his hand last night, Mama, and now my fingers ache for his. We play the 'What If' game, but dress it up in ribbons. I am dressed in ribbons. I am recollections wrapped in black curls.
Mama, I don't think he loves me. I think I am good for his ego or maybe he doesn't want to be alone. Maybe I make him feel better about his miserable life.
Mama, is romance really dead? Can I really only find it in pretty pictures on the internet as the whimsical musings of a thousand scattered souls?
Am I allowed to close my eyes and pretend that he never happened? Do you ever close your eyes and pretend that I never happened?
Mama, can you destroy the person that you love? Because I don't think I love him because he is breaking down.
Mama, I'm not broken.
Please don't fix me.
Mama.
Mama?
I'm scared.