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When I get comfortable with people I start using them as pillows and foot rests

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Jeremy Dufour by Willy Vanderperre

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Grimmjow Jaegerjaques for GQ China, 2012

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I feel everything. From the bath water that’s slightly too cold, to the pain in that old man’s eyes as he walks through the street and wonders how he came to be so alone. I think such small and intricate thoughts; untouched blades, so dangerously sharp. These thoughts cut the deepest and yet a part of me craves to swim in a river of red. I want to watch myself bleed in the comfort of knowing I’m not alone and nor are the hidden droplets of life that no one else has thought to look for. That’s why shallow people are often so beautifully pristine - they are thinkers of common thoughts: blunt knives that cut no deeper into their smooth skin than the hands that caress their bodies.

Lonely are the sufferers.

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You should be afraid of me Most people are I’m a monster of emotions and broken parts Don’t try to piece me back it’s not worth the struggle I’m in the land of lost toys hiding neath the rubble I’ll come out some day when I’m good and ready But not yet sweet child for these delusions are heavy

Hanging from the noose is my poor soul Don’t come up or you be pulled into my cold Dark hands reaching for the surface But the water is murky and your face a blur I’ll find you sometime when my eyesight is clear But not yet sweet child for I’m not one to endear

Rings at the alter I’m swaying to the music My sins I have bore will soon make me lose it I lie and I love and I dream and indulge But nothing is worth your soul I engulfe One day I’ll be strong and speak the right lines But not yet sweet child I need to go for a ride

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I’m not afraid of you Though most people are I see all your breaking but not broken parts So I’ll take your torn wings since you’re worth the struggle And holding steadfast ‘neath invisible rubble I know that you’ll rise when you’re healed and you’re ready But not yet sweet child, we’ll go slow and steady Dear darling you’ll win this horrible rain And I’ll be right here while you push past the pain Though some men will fall into the dark sea I know you can brave this and brave this for me The sails from your ship will rise over the waves Though not yet sweet child, I know I can wait Rings at our alter will sway in our song The skin of your sins will be hardened and strong You lie but you love while I fall but I shove While the rains that pour down still pour down from above The mountains you climb aren’t made out of stone. Today, my sweet child, you won’t climb alone.