Do I even realize the tears I cry
Can I see or even feel myself tremble in fear
Do I conceive the solitude of my mind
The scapegoats and mechanisms
And how long I’ve been holding this breath
Can I not go out of my body and take a look
At a lost soul, drowning in depth?
-Nina
nope…gotta deal…
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Recalling the pain. Swept under rugs.
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yes but I cannot do that it’s just so unbelievable and starving don’t tell me we cannot feed them wtf…it’s so painful…
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what O.o
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sweeping shit under the rug…it’s part of me that I have to feel everything and i have no skin to stop the pain it’s a borderline personality trait…
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oh okay okay…and O.o means i was confused.
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O.o what does this mean
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