It comes on suddenly. I never know where from. I don’t know what triggers it. All I know is that it changes you. You become someone from a different place. I can’t talk to you. You can’t look at me. Your words hurt me. I cry inside. I know you don’t mean it and I know you can’t help it.
I want to help you but don’t know where to start.
say what?
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poor moo, hope you feel better soon
Thanks peach… let my guard down a little bit there
It’s all on the mend. I think.
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