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Feb 2015
When you grow up on the outside
looking in, even if you
get inside, you don't feel
like you belong there.

So you stick close to the walls,
and associate with
similar beings.

You enjoy isolated places,
maybe rain more than sun,
thoughts and fiction
more than people.
(13 February 2015 via twitter)
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   Brianne
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