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I’m opening my ribs to you. I’m lonely.
I do hate this appearance, ‘thinning’ was to me a self indulgent obsession, yet recently it has seeded bitter self-disgust.
I have decided to involve a new element, made of others’ minds, thoughts and ideas. Others who don’t know me, who are unbiased and share this view of a perfection found only under the flesh, resting against our collarbones and ribs.
I want this other to be you, I want to hear your story. Share your pain. Share your thoughts.
Because it’s an awfully lonely path.
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I do hate this appearance, ‘thinning’ was to me a self indulgent obsession, yet recently it has seeded bitter self-disgust.
I have decided to involve a new element, made of others’ minds, thoughts and ideas. Others who don’t know me, who are unbiased and share this view of a perfection found only under the flesh, resting against our collarbones and ribs.
I want this other to be you, I want to hear your story. Share your pain. Share your thoughts.
Because it’s an awfully lonely path.
