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Full Head More often than not, words have failed me. I fill the gaps I create with stutters and stammers, even when I know that silence says so much more. I’d rather be alone than with anyone else in the world. I always wanted to fit in, but I simply did not know how.
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Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 11:34 AM UTC
Empty Stomach;
Full Head More often than not, words have failed me. I fill the gaps I create with stutters and stammers, even when I know that silence says so much more. I’d rather be alone than with anyone else in the world. I always wanted to fit in, but I simply did not know how.
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Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 11:34 AM UTC
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