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When I was young I was soft and confused. Easily malleable. I could never see my own strings, those keeping me right where I was. His love was a shaft of light through an attic window that made a hole of me. Finally I could see the silvery sinew, keeping me home. My heart strings.

When I was young…

by Traceyshadow

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