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Never been there. Can't talk about it much. I've seen shadows on the wall. Crying faces down the hall. I've seen reflections of friends in the communal toilet while they Puke-TSD. Can't talk about it much. It's not a subject I like to touch. Never been there. Never talking like I've seen it all. They have. Ask them what it's like to fall down and check your face for scrapes and have other people put band-aids on your *** ("Oops, my mistake!") Or better yet, don't. Don't ask me. Don't ask them. They can talk. I've never been. If they ask, you can answer with the voice of a friend. But don't ask. Don't reopen or worse, pen, their pain and their past. Just listen if they ask. Have some ******* courtesy till then.
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Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 6:37 PM UTC
**** Is Not A Talking Piece
Never been there. Can't talk about it much. I've seen shadows on the wall. Crying faces down the hall. I've seen reflections of friends in the communal toilet while they Puke-TSD. Can't talk about it much. It's not a subject I like to touch. Never been there. Never talking like I've seen it all. They have. Ask them what it's like to fall down and check your face for scrapes and have other people put band-aids on your *** ("Oops, my mistake!") Or better yet, don't. Don't ask me. Don't ask them. They can talk. I've never been. If they ask, you can answer with the voice of a friend. But don't ask. Don't reopen or worse, pen, their pain and their past. Just listen if they ask. Have some ******* courtesy till then.
ian-steele
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Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 6:37 PM UTC
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