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we             kill the          angels and     then    ask why    the    world is full of monsters

. i. i like to count your ribs when you're not looking. the hollow dips, the gentle pressure they put on your skin. you're underweight by a few ticks of the scale,                                                                        but,                                                   so am i. ii.                      we both hate taking our medicine.                  so my hands shake and your lungs ache, but we just laugh it off because we're young and we have forever.                                           right? iii. you like different books. that's okay. iv. we rip the pages out of our memoirs and cry on your bedspre