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I wonder if it hurts you more than it hurts me when I have to walk behind people who aren't you and when you don't listen to my voice when I call you.

I pray every night that it stabs you in the chest every time my voice reaches your ears. You must hide pain well. As do I.

June 16, 2014 4:45pm

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