Seeing other people makes words stuck into my mouth: I've got something to say but I can't get it out. Seeing other people shouldn't be this hard. We'd pretend that all's ok but we can't go away.

You seem to keep on seeing that there's something wrong with me. Yes, there could be, but when you're blindfolded you can't see. So I have an idea: let's make a party of our lives. Let's stay up late and forget all the next day.

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