Humanity. For everything that gets better, there's always the throwbacks. I can't talk. I wrap it up to keep people from fearing me, but then my power looks like fire, and that might be a legit reason to fear me, like those open-carry idiots not thinking about how they're making other people nervous just for showing up to the shop to grab some food.
Wish I had the solution, but we have to be seen to change things. How do I cope? I learned to stop caring what assholes think.
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mybodyisacage) wrote,