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It's barely noon and I've felt myself Falling apart more than ten times I'm floundering but no one is casting lines. I'm sorry I'm not strong like you, I haven't built a shell without subtle tells. I've thought about numbing out But all this will rush back, Fake smile until I can't, Until I can't. "Hey Ryan, how are you?" I'm fine.
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Dec 14, 2019
Dec 14, 2019 at 2:56 PM UTC
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It's barely noon and I've felt myself Falling apart more than ten times I'm floundering but no one is casting lines. I'm sorry I'm not strong like you, I haven't built a shell without subtle tells. I've thought about numbing out But all this will rush back, Fake smile until I can't, Until I can't. "Hey Ryan, how are you?" I'm fine.
ryan-maroni
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Dec 14, 2019
Dec 14, 2019 at 2:56 PM UTC
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