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When I asked you why you liked me, you said, "You're hurt." I replied with a quaint, "Thank you," but I didn't realize how much I truly appreciated your statement.
There have been people who expected me to be the perfectly level-headed person that they were accustomed to, saying things like, "Why are you so weird today?" or, "Where's the happy girl I know and love?"
Love is limited when they're only admiring one angle of a sculpture. Walking up closer to read the art description will not give accurate knowledge of me.Only the thieves, the dedicated liars will attempt to break through the glass frame I've kept myself in.
I want to thank you. Thank you for breaching my security measures and violating my space. Thank you for the fingerprints you left on my palms, the reminder that there are some people who can admire a broken doll.
