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It’s difficult to look outside of my my- -croscopic lens; it just feels like a job to never have to consider who is an actual person that should matter to me. It’s an almost impossible trick, that only me and most other adults can forget how we felt growing into a new body, how we forget ever knowing We're just like everyone else who also thinks they aren’t like everyone else because they didn’t have someone to hold their heavy lovelorn child-hearts.
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Jul 4, 2022
Jul 4, 2022 at 10:10 PM UTC
Growing Up
It’s difficult to look outside of my my- -croscopic lens; it just feels like a job to never have to consider who is an actual person that should matter to me. It’s an almost impossible trick, that only me and most other adults can forget how we felt growing into a new body, how we forget ever knowing We're just like everyone else who also thinks they aren’t like everyone else because they didn’t have someone to hold their heavy lovelorn child-hearts.
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Jul 4, 2022
Jul 4, 2022 at 10:10 PM UTC
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