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Hurt it touches me (i recoil) stretches from the corner of my eye to the depths of my soul i crawl into this shell behind this wall so it may not reach me again and so can nothing else this is where we've fallen between the lines of things unsaid into a pigeon hole from a pedestal called grace Stef -- ╭─────────────────────────╮ "To spell out the obvious is often to call it in question." -- Eric Hoffer ╰──────────◇ http://dale.distract.org ◇╯ -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 218.166.77.206