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I would rather bite my lip til I bleed I would rather grit my teeth as they break down into seeds. ANYTHING BUT TALK I would rather get punched in the face and pretend that I'm ok I would rather be hit by a car or be sent to Mars ANYTHING BUT TALK Talking about my feelings Talking about me I would do anything but none of those things It's only going to hurt you than it does to me. I rather not talk I rather just walk let my feelings be discreet that's at least what he said to me.
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Mar 4, 2022
Mar 4, 2022 at 11:43 AM UTC
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I would rather bite my lip til I bleed I would rather grit my teeth as they break down into seeds. ANYTHING BUT TALK I would rather get punched in the face and pretend that I'm ok I would rather be hit by a car or be sent to Mars ANYTHING BUT TALK Talking about my feelings Talking about me I would do anything but none of those things It's only going to hurt you than it does to me. I rather not talk I rather just walk let my feelings be discreet that's at least what he said to me.
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Mar 4, 2022 at 11:43 AM UTC
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