and underneath me would be little tiny creatures that didn't have any feelings
I'm glad that I don't live in that world
to be crushed and have no one care?
Now that's awful
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My writing does not comprehend what my mind wants to say. I slide words together in hopes of them being prettier than the people around me.
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