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At work.

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Not that I am not flattered that everyone finds me to be an old soul and confide in me, but sometimes I wish I had someone like me to go to. Just to talk.

I feel like I've been washed ashore. And everytime I get my head above water another wave comes along and knocks it back under. And even though my lungs are filled with water, I'm perfectly undrowned. I can breathe but not enough to feel alive.

12:48 p.m. - 2012-11-28

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