seventy five.

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you touch me and my walls melt. fear consumes me at the thought of you seeing every layer of myself. and then i come to realize that all this time i've feared you coming close, i've forgotten that with every layer you've unfolded, you've loved me anyways.

no matter how unkempt i've been, you have loved me anyways.

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