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Diary of a Model Chapter 11: Rebirth

In less than three weeks, I’ll be gone. About 22 hours of flying separates me from my next destination, which is right where I started: Australia. Its difficult to believe I was there two years ago. The months seemed to have slipped by and come back again. I’m sure it is a different place now, but I’m a different person.
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I am falling apart

Dusk is slowly falling over a dark afternoon. We lay lazily on the bed, eye to eye. It’s complicated with us, each of us too caught up in clinging to their liberty, but we are here,
together now. It’s complicated with us, really. The clouds hang very low, and the lights in the room lock the darkness outside.
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ephemeral lovers

I want to see you. It’s egoistical, it’s primal, it’s ugly, but that’s the way it is. Come on, let’s fuck, let’s not think about it. We’ll tear off skin, hair, clothes; we’ll rip each other apart like a packet of crisps and then let each other go. Lightly, without commitment, without grand declarations and serenades; we’ll hurt each other and forget each other.
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