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For the minority of my life thought I was insane. Always wondering who was to blame. Always feeling left out. Questioning what it was about. But one day that feeling would change. I now know I'm sane but still very unique. This was an empathic awaking but it was still quite bleak.
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Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 11:07 PM UTC
Empathic Insanity
For the minority of my life thought I was insane. Always wondering who was to blame. Always feeling left out. Questioning what it was about. But one day that feeling would change. I now know I'm sane but still very unique. This was an empathic awaking but it was still quite bleak.
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Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 11:07 PM UTC
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