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Fix It


I've always felt

like I needed to

protect people

from everything

around them,

and that it was

somehow my job to

fix everything...

 

It's funny,

for the first time

in a very

very

long time,

I've stopped trying

to protect people,

amd it's almost

like they

find it easier

to be near me.

 

I've always been

good at listening,

but I guess

I was using

that talent

the wrong way;

maybe everyone just

needed someone to listen,

and that was

enough.

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All the sentences you may find have deep, dark secrets of my mind. If ye seek, then ye shall find; They might be bleak, they're unrefined. When you see them, please, don't sneer; I only wish for you to hear.

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