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I tired of the awkwardness, feeling hurt, scarred, alone. Because that's how I feel, no matter who I am with. A room full of friends, or strangers. It doesn't matter. I am not treated any differently. Sometimes I am treated better by those I don't know. Maybe it's because they don't know me yet. The bridges I have, I try to keep. But they eventually burn. I guess the issue is me, since bridges seem to burn all the time. If they aren't burnt yet, they are on the cusp of starting.
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Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 12:51 PM UTC
Bridges Burning
I tired of the awkwardness, feeling hurt, scarred, alone. Because that's how I feel, no matter who I am with. A room full of friends, or strangers. It doesn't matter. I am not treated any differently. Sometimes I am treated better by those I don't know. Maybe it's because they don't know me yet. The bridges I have, I try to keep. But they eventually burn. I guess the issue is me, since bridges seem to burn all the time. If they aren't burnt yet, they are on the cusp of starting.
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Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 12:51 PM UTC
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