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It feels like I’m floating on a cloud
drifting further and further away. I’ve never been happy in a crowd – unwilling to leave, unable to stay. Being with people just tires me out, it is too stressful, too draining, too loud. The urge to run comes right away, I search for a way to keep it at bay. I feel like a cowboy lost in space. I feel like a misfit of the human race. I would indeed prefer to fit in. Which way to go? Where to begin? |
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