Raw*

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: May 29, 2018

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I've never had the sudden urge to word vomit how I feel, until now. You can't possibly understand it and I don't think you ever will. My words try to spill out my mouth with great hesitation, this raw feeling and emotion doesn't help me get better. My thoughts are always racing with thoughts on how to contain my emotions. I need to be in containment because this could be venereal. I'm too "woke" for this generation and I feel more than others, I think it should be illegal, how one can care this much. Eventually, like the petals on the roses, these caring feelings will too die. There will be nothing left to care for...


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