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Oct 2016
No, I'm not just shy,
I'm anxious.

No, I'm not just rude,
I'm uncontrolled.

No, I'm not just cryptic,
I'm confused.

No, I'm not just distant,
I'm numb.

And no, I don't just hate you,
I'm scared.
sometimes I wish people could see into my mind, not for pity, but so they know I'm not trying to be hurtful or annoying or manipulative or vengeful. I don't understand myself anymore and I'm trying. God, I'm trying.
xmxrgxncy
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xmxrgxncy  21/F/the forest
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