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…all the time.

I know how you feel when you’re struggling for words, thinking about me.

I know how you punish yourself, every time someone pricks you, and you can’t think of a proper retort because, “Hey! You’re too good for that shit.”

I know how bored you get, when you can’t express yourself (that’s when you’re really acting) around people because if you do, they’ll think you have totally lost your marbles.

I know what it’s like to have a strong imagination; one that robs all color from the world around you. Because that world is not yours, but the one within you, is.

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