Air.
I type to a vacuum, and I love it. It's like speaking to loved ones, that you know won't hear what you said Til you are gone.-----------------
I was bullied as a child. Among other abusive tendencies, they stabbed me with pencils and broke the lead under my skin. I still have green marks.
I wasn't a victim...it didn't hurt, and I had hopes that these otherwise good kids would grow out of it before the next guy they did this to came along. He probably wouldn't have been so kind.
I've probably mentioned that I'm not bitter.
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Currently watching the social engineering, wondering what the plan really is. I'm sure it will come to me.
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Sadness in the air where laughter should be.
Work on that.
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