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I am an emotional plagiarist, stealing other people's pain, subsuming it into my own until I can't remember whose it is any more.

Embrace beautiful lies - the chronic insanity of the sane

the chicken's still dancing the chicken won't stop

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Please. Don’t switch off my mind by attempting to straighten me out. Listen and understand, and when you feel contempt don’t express it, at least not verbally, at least not to me.

You’ll be all right. You’re strong. I know you’ll be okay because I like you and you can’t like someone who doesn’t like themself. The people I fear for are the ones who I don’t like because they hate themselves so much they won’t let anyone else like them either. But I do like you. I’ll miss you. And I know you’ll be okay.