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Remember when it used to be my air? Back before we fought so much, and I proved I wasn't strong enough to convince myself into convincing you; I was a prince before the hospital. And then I was a trapdoor waiting to swallow you. I was a picked lock, a broken bicycle immobilized and hanging in place, just nodding my head and hiding my face in my hands. Auditioning my escape plan.
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