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I love it when they be harsh to me. It makes me feel hollow. Tender and light. If they keep doing this. Maybe one day, just like the birds or those weightless feathers. I'll be able to fly and float, able to escape and grow.
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Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 2:02 PM UTC
make me feel hollow
I love it when they be harsh to me. It makes me feel hollow. Tender and light. If they keep doing this. Maybe one day, just like the birds or those weightless feathers. I'll be able to fly and float, able to escape and grow.
ayushigupta
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Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 2:02 PM UTC
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