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Last published вск, мая 19, 2019
"I can see you, I'm not blind as you wave at me through the window. I just don't want to see you."
"I can hear you, I'm not deaf as you shout your greetings into my ear. I just don't want to hear you."
"I can understand you, I'm not mute as you wait for some kind of response. I just don't feel like talking."
"I just want to be alone today."
~Arid
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