I am my shoe. Let's talk
Let's talk about what I've inured.
I know you've become anew, but I just want to show you what you became accustomed to, so here's my real issue...
It wasn't easy walking in your shoes for the past year although I know have matured.
Like doctors become inured to death, you became desensitized to enrage and all of those crazy days.
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