I fucking miss when things were simpler, and even some people I used to talk to. I wish I had the brass to talk to certain people again. It hurts like when you deny yourself food and there is that clenching feeling like when you grab the sheets of a blanket in your fist and all the little lines point to that spot whining "see that spot, feel that
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