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caring isn't my first nature, nor is it my second or third it comes in handy sometimes when i am a balloon and people are trying to burst me but it works both ways because it hurts people, you see my indifference it cuts them like a hot knife slicing through butter, slicing through their exteriors and wounding their soft insides, their bones, tendons, ligaments and ribcage can't protect their hearts from my cold touch and it isn't until everything's done and over with, that i start to care everyone wants to feel loved, cared for, important and from me, they want emotions
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Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 2:58 AM UTC
An Afterthought
caring isn't my first nature, nor is it my second or third it comes in handy sometimes when i am a balloon and people are trying to burst me but it works both ways because it hurts people, you see my indifference it cuts them like a hot knife slicing through butter, slicing through their exteriors and wounding their soft insides, their bones, tendons, ligaments and ribcage can't protect their hearts from my cold touch and it isn't until everything's done and over with, that i start to care everyone wants to feel loved, cared for, important and from me, they want emotions
caring, life, love
jasminn-tan
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Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 2:58 AM UTC
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