Close enough to let somebody know the real me, rub myself off you, and let you see the parts nobody wants to see.
A cat came in my room and I was shrieking half to death for causing disturbance and taking me by surprise. The cat just welcomed herself in, trying to get a piece of comfort that I couldn't offer. It never attempted to hurt me but I couldn't learn to trust it so I ran away. I could never blame other people for not learning how to live with them. I could never blame why I am like this.
I guess I could never have your life. I could never be a part of it and there'd always be that invisible bubble that neither of us would poke. It depresses me to know this secret truth we share.
How do I go on from here?
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