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I sit here and contemplate why I feel the way I do Why I feel so alone, so useless. When the truth is I’m just a closed-off, over-clingy, ***** nothing, no one. And I get sad for a few minutes, and drown in a swollen case of over-thinking; but then I just smirk and keep moving on. And the process repeats and repeats and repeats, over and over again.
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May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 5:58 PM UTC
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I sit here and contemplate why I feel the way I do Why I feel so alone, so useless. When the truth is I’m just a closed-off, over-clingy, ***** nothing, no one. And I get sad for a few minutes, and drown in a swollen case of over-thinking; but then I just smirk and keep moving on. And the process repeats and repeats and repeats, over and over again.
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May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 5:58 PM UTC
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