I feel like I should disappear, cut out my tongue, or just be a zombie. No one seems to know who I am, or what I'm like, or what I think - or I don't. Or they just don't like who I am, or who they think I am, I guess. I don't even know what to say, when someone takes my reaction to be thinking badly of someone, when all I felt was grief that
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