
ive got so many of them. so many to write down. there all just jumbled in my head. wanting to get out but they can't find the door. i want to gt them out but i don't know where to start. i guess its like a glass box...they'll get out when they reach the breaking point. im just wondering when that will be
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definitely get how you feel. Like a heart made of glass. it's a fairly shitty feeling, but if you need someone to talk to, im here :)