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Do not send me to sleep alone with my fears. Invalidation may be the key to my heart, but the journey is made clear with gas lights. Let be me sad. Do not make me feel guilty. My face is blue. the sky reflects off my pain that is mirrored in the ocean. I am mistaken for water when the land is safe. I mistake you for the fisherman who claims to adore me.

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