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What will happen if I say all that’s in my mind for once? Not swallow my words. Will you still think of me the way you do. Will I still see the bright shine in your eyes when you see me for once you will see the real me, hear my thoughts than me having to gulp them down as always. 

I wonder if you still will think of me as the warm and caring person that i am (with occasional outbursts of emotions) or will you take my word to your heart and etch it right there, colouring me the green of evil, the red of danger and a swampy green of disgust.

If i tell you you're doing this wrong, or you're hurting me by this, will it have any effect on you? Will you choose to continue to hurt me or will I have to choose to either insulate myself or distance myself from you...!!!

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