If you were mine, she used to say, everything would be different. I would smile each day, and I wouldn't hurt myself. You wouldn't have to give up a thing, and isn't that all you're really afraid of? But secrets don't stay kept frozen in the ice. When the sun comes out, the water melts, and your hands flow over my body like rivulets running down. Maybe that's all I am to you. Maybe that's all I was ever going to be.
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