This whole time, I was just afraid. Of you, of myself, of our similarities. Of the way we'd feed off of each others insecurities. Sometimes, I get that spontaneous hit of reality whereby, suddenly, "none of that matters anymore; work!school!work!school!" Just as easily snapping back into my intuitive, everyday world, governed by boys & cynicism.
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There... I've commented.
I shall post something up soon.
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sounds like me and my daddy.
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