DEAF + DUMB + DONE
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it had been six weeks since i'd last seen you
you felt different under my hands, stronger than i remembered, as if i'd expected you to crumble at my touch but you barely even noticed i was there
the first night we spent together, you told me you are only afraid of two things ("snakes...and the dark"),
but i know now that you simply refuse to acknowledge the third.