Expressionless
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This is a side project that I've had on my mind for a while. It's about my personal issues with emotionally expressing myself. And how my borderline personality disorder affects me to the point where it seems like I don't care about anything. It's hard to explain but that's why I'm gonna show and not tell. I'll let my thoughts talk for themselves.
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