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I got on the mic and sang as my head was detached from my body.
This was a mess.
”Oh, you’re so pretty¡ Oh, you’re so this… so that!”
—I’m not any of those things, I rejected. I’m a human fucking mess.
—ok, wait. I am pretty, but I’m still a mess.
“Oh. Ok? So, why’d you fall in love with …?”
—Because he sees more than me. And I love what he sees.
(conversations with a fool)