Catullus affectu
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Ongoing11m
Last published Fri, Apr 17, 2020
Stuck in a world where society is constantly on your every move
Where your life is monitored completely by those who love you
Parents on your back 24/7
No matter what you do you feel like your being watched
Surrounded by constant buzzing anxiety and the fear of people coming too close
Suffocating and lost in the crowd of 100
Losing yourself in the crowd 1
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You don't have to read it but just wanted to see if I could connect with others who may feel the same,
I know a lot of people feel like I do so I thought to reach out in a way many others dont't.
Since I can't vocally express my feelings,
Why not through writing :-]
Since it's what I do a lot and since paper can be a better friend than any human could, why not?
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