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There's a certain kind of comfort in talking to strangers. Maybe it’s not having to care about what ***** thinks because you don’t know them at all, and when they begin to be of importance that you start to care, that’s where it starts to fall apart. That’s why you keep a certain distance from a person you actually want to care about; keeping them a stranger, but wanting them to be so much more, but you can never find the courage to get attached to, because when you start to care, things change.
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Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 4:06 PM UTC
Things change.
There's a certain kind of comfort in talking to strangers. Maybe it’s not having to care about what ***** thinks because you don’t know them at all, and when they begin to be of importance that you start to care, that’s where it starts to fall apart. That’s why you keep a certain distance from a person you actually want to care about; keeping them a stranger, but wanting them to be so much more, but you can never find the courage to get attached to, because when you start to care, things change.
When you're caught between falling and staying where you are.
michaelamars
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Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 4:06 PM UTC
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