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It makes me feel invisible and for some reason that hurt doesn't make me burn instead it just feels normal. Because to love is to fear, a feeling I would rather just skip over. But your ignorance is bliss in a stale saltine crackers sort of way it takes me back to childhood sick days when I felt miserable but kind of settled in.
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Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 6:57 PM UTC
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It makes me feel invisible and for some reason that hurt doesn't make me burn instead it just feels normal. Because to love is to fear, a feeling I would rather just skip over. But your ignorance is bliss in a stale saltine crackers sort of way it takes me back to childhood sick days when I felt miserable but kind of settled in.
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Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 6:57 PM UTC
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