She feels unmoored - he is so entirely mysterious indecipherable, and the days spent alone with him seem effortless.

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She feels unmoored - he is so entirely mysterious indecipherable, and the days spent alone with him seem effortless.

A woman alone, who'll protect her? She'll be too exposed, too peculiar, too public.

She is possessed by love.

A woman of such strangeness has a touch of brilliance never divulged.

The pain accompanied by rage - a woman humiliated.

I'm daydreaming at the sky, I regain my balance in the passing landscape. I feel the quiet. There is no chaos. There is no crowd.

I am helpless with lips grazing my skin, fingers around my ear, and my every hair standing on end.

These mood swings? I'm a paranoid creature.

My ruined face - I see myself withered and spotty, eyes wide in sagging flesh. When did I stop being me?

I don't want to settle.
