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i sit in a public place, looking vacant, looking like a stereotypical blonde, while my head is fucking screaming. i need that. i need that acceptance into the realm of boring, naive, "never going to have it, never going to get it" girls. that's who i redeem on the surface, because i care not what anyone has to resurrect me with. i'm the reason, or maybe you're the reason they soak in their own blood. it's hydration that gives us stamina. i don't get it, why express forward motion with your paralyzed legs? i never got it.