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Please, let me crawl inside your ribcage, because when she looked at me wearing that cruel little smile that no one else gets to see, I could see in her eyes, once again was 8 years old, with blood on my lips, looking up at her and feeling so very small that I knew there was nowhere I could run away.
Please keep me inside your ribcage, I'll be tiny, I'll be quiet, you won't even notice me, but I think maybe there I could smile, maybe there I could heal, maybe there I could feel safe.