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Aug 2015
I hate being so sensitive.
I hate having to detect the slightest change in the way people message me,
or talk to me, or look at me.
I hate thinking about it all night.
I hate when I can feel someone slowly,
losing interest in me.
*~ r.s
rs
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rs  England
(England)   
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