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Your Feelings Don't Match Mine

I walk in. Head down, hood up, legs chasing my running heart to catch up. He's already walked in. He has sat down. I have sat down now. I didn't want to. I want to run out of energy so I don't have to think. Think about how I breathe the same air as him. Occupy the same space as him. Live in the same world as him. It's too much for me to endure when I'm not allowed to reach out. Physically I could but society stops me from doing so. I stop myself from doing so. He reaches out.