I am my shoe. Let’s talk


I am my shoe.

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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