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A made up reality

I have a friendship with fairy tales and bright white china dolls who collect sparkles in their eyes 
I can show you my safe place where we share all the love our mothers gave us and wonder why our fathers never loved us enough 
This is a memoir to the child with a sour heart 

 

◄ smoking cigarettes at gas stations

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