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Nov 2017
I sit in a room and imagine the thousands of eyes staring at me judging.
Yet I sit in a room that's empty.
I worry about everything that I'm going to come in contact today.
Yet I won't even leave my house.
I think about how bad the conversations with you would go.
Yet I refuse to even pick up my phone to text you.
Ben
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Ben  23/M/Tennessee
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