My sister compares her body to a junkyard and I find bits of scrap metal beneath her bed from boys who bury promises in her belly. Maybe love ruins you a little bit. Maybe we...
—Kristina Haynes
You hate him for turning you inside of yourself. You are still getting used to looking at your body in the light.
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