I am supposed to get ready for work, I don't want to. Growing up scares me... working means growing up, I don't want to grow up...ever. I am too soft for the grown up world. People think I have thick skin and they can hurt me all they want and I never get wounds... I have wounds...wounds that cannot be healed. Yet I smile... some twisted logic is
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