I am perpectually in flight mode. Always one foot out the door, tip-toeing around these landmines. I've learned it is so hard to pay attention to what my hands are doing when these blue eyes are scrutinizing me. I shrink, I drown, under that direct gaze. I die, as if laser beams are knocking me to the floor. I am a puddle. I need to be a wall. No,
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