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Jun 2022
What's wrong with me?
Where did this come from
when did it start?
How is it, that any social interaction turns akward
conversations are falling apart?
That long pause in the end
that look of irritation, every time
a stab to my heart.

Stop questioning me
stop looking at me
stop judging me
Written by
Jonas  24/M/Berlin
(24/M/Berlin)   
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