i am so sick and tired of these sympathy pains.

[orangeelphants]

things keep killing me without even trying. it is as if all of the happiness or saddness or feeling of anyone can only penetrate me like a sponge. a sponge i can't wring out. it is so sickening to me; i feel like a robot that only can move or think with the input of another and it it gross. and i am sick of feeling like a member of a troupe of

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[yourpoetess]

A planet?! Why didn't you say so?!

I'm bringing you one, by Monday.

[anonymous]

Like the Little Prince

-Zach