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Maybe I knew if I pulled one brick out the whole tower would collapse. Maybe I wanted it to crumble. Maybe I knew what I was doing.
Maybe I like chaos in small doses. Maybe I like to feel my skin steam and my hair lift and my eyes spit fire. Maybe I like how definite I feel when I fight, and when I’m splayed, and when I love.
Maybe I want —
—to feel
how b…
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