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When I was in her shoes, somewhat, I could be injured by any word, anything. If only they could feel what I feel. I forget what I felt. I have only cultivated a hard shell, as I dole out negativity.
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Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 7:42 AM UTC
When I was in her shoes
When I was in her shoes, somewhat, I could be injured by any word, anything. If only they could feel what I feel. I forget what I felt. I have only cultivated a hard shell, as I dole out negativity.
erin-suurkoivu
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Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 7:42 AM UTC
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