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Oct 2013
I don't see, yet I
know you do it.
Which on some levels
is just as worse.
Because then the
problem is like a secret.
HEAVY AND LOOMING.
Always when your around
It makes me sick
makes me not want
to see you, hear you, speak to you.
I feel like you're going to
infect me, *afraid to end
up like you one day.
Wesley Miller
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