..you never knew me.
and its always a thought. something i feel. i can't help but feel sensitive when you're talking about things that close to me. but you don't know. and you won't.
it's not safe to be sensitive, but you don't understand what meaning it holds for me. always leading me to broken pieces and i can't repair.
i lost the tape and the glues been missing for quite some time now.
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