There are people that have pooled into my life, collected in the soft spots of my heart like burrs of a machine worked too long; there are so many people to hold up, to entertain, to be someone for. There are so many people that only understand how to take and get scared off at the idea of giving. Maybe their hands have been bitten one too many times. Maybe they're selfish, and just don't know it ...

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