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She is angle. I am curve. Together, we are geometric sculpture, and we make perfect sense.

I fell for a boy from the wrong side of the tracks.

I'd like to cry now. Don't know how.

Then I said it. He said it too. I love you. And everything that went before meant nothing.

I whisper and you close your eyes. I speak and you turn away. If I scream, will you finally hear me beg you to hold me close to you, promise you'll never let go?

I wanted to meet the monster. Why go down if you can go up?