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I'm only a human when I'm getting fucked, or if I die. How do I grasp with the fact that I can't love? I can't be touched, no, I put myself here, I put myself inside, in this flesh turned out and all around. Have you ever been a thirteen-year-old girl pretending like your only problem was the hole in her heart? I was used, but I'm worried that I used myself, that it was me who lay on the concrete and skipped a step on the sidewalk. Who is there to ask questions?
Here are the questions: What is wrong with me? Why can't I love her enough? Who broke me? Or was it a slow process of getting fucked in and out by the Earth? Why does everything feel different?