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How did I not realize this about myself? A crippling inability of REALLY confiding in someone, a total lack of a reliable person to turn to on down days. I've faced my demons on my own for so long that I can't even imagine letting somebody else in on the fucked up mess that i somehow hold together as my life. Intentionally hyperbolic as that statement was, I really question what I can see happening, what words and sentences and stories I can see spilling out of my lips into someone else's ears.
we are not what you think we are, we are golden
we are golden
we are not what you think we are, we are golden
we are golden