❝ i’ve spent years building up a thick skin so i won’t be ripped to shreds by everyone i touch, but you tear off layers with your lips, you cut me open with your fingertips. ❞
❝ i realize after his touch he would know me years from now, even in the dark, even without my skin. ❞
❝ i'm not even mine anymore, i'm yours, and what if you decide that you don't want me? how could you want me like i want you?' ❞
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