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When you grow up on the outside looking in, even if you get inside, you don't feel like you belong there. So you stick close to the walls, and associate with similar beings. You enjoy isolated places, maybe rain more than sun, thoughts and fiction more than people.
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Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 5:29 PM UTC
Isolated
When you grow up on the outside looking in, even if you get inside, you don't feel like you belong there. So you stick close to the walls, and associate with similar beings. You enjoy isolated places, maybe rain more than sun, thoughts and fiction more than people.
(13 February 2015 via twitter)
sahrmael
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Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 5:29 PM UTC
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