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"People treat you like damaged goods or ticking time bombs, as if you’re some oddity they would never understand even when they don’t know a thing about you. You are not some machine to be fixed. You are not a problem. You are not a burden. You are a person healing from the hurt, finding warmth under the rain and wonder under the stars. And late at night as you share your stories I feel like the Earth, listening, and remembering, while you are the Moon, and you are glowing."
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Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 11:11 PM UTC
Late night conversations
"People treat you like damaged goods or ticking time bombs, as if you’re some oddity they would never understand even when they don’t know a thing about you. You are not some machine to be fixed. You are not a problem. You are not a burden. You are a person healing from the hurt, finding warmth under the rain and wonder under the stars. And late at night as you share your stories I feel like the Earth, listening, and remembering, while you are the Moon, and you are glowing."
elysiancypher
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Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 11:11 PM UTC
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