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I walk around for hours, my feet inside another's shoes. I haven't been myself for a long time now, and I can't stand this feeling anymore.
What do they see when they look at me? Who am I without my other half? I see a girl, fearful of human contact, afraid of the future, skeptical of her senses, and an unfitting puzzle piece.
Come find me.
What do they see when they look at me? Who am I without my other half? I see a girl, fearful of human contact, afraid of the future, skeptical of her senses, and an unfitting puzzle piece.
Come find me.