so cloudy days are cloudy

i dont care for being cared for. its strange to touch and not feel my own fingers. i'm frightened of breaking things. i'm unable to look in their eyes for fear of my thoughts being transferred directly into their brain by electric signal and my secrets falling into their hands. i'd rather lust without result than be pursued myself.
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