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i'd like to build this shell around myself to try to scare people off that i will only end up hurting in the end. i've always said that there would be no goodbyes but it's all coming down to last words. i'm not prepared to make these kinds of changes, but i'm getting too close to breaking. this is the time when the air is clear and you can smell the wonder, but outside of this tiny bubble of solitude, the world around me is collapsing. and i just don't want to be alone.
maybe we're too different afterall, i like you just the same.
maybe we're too different afterall, i like you just the same.