There is something about operating on the fringe, even the fringe of your innermost self, that can be so conspicuous. Perhaps you want to hide from prying eyes and annoyances but you feel that you are displayed for others to gawk. The cutting judgements of people's stares and questioning glances are breaking your casual exterior. You run the scissors along the only seam that covers your nakedness. No one knows the reasons for their madness in the moment...
And when you are struggling and a close friend slights you, however innocently, it can feel like the witness of a thousand angel's torment.
swallow me whole. please.
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