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I wish I could claim this as my own

Do not ask the price I paid, I must live with my quiet rage, tame the ghosts in my head that ran wild and wish me dead

Empathics according to doctor who

This is a paraphrase from something I found

Empathics are the most compassionate people you will ever meet. And the loneliest. Exposing themselves to all those hidden feelings, all that guilt, pain and sorrow.

And people like me tend to get their signals mixed up. We think people are feeling the way we want them to feel when they're special to us...when really...there's nothing there.

Old Man Luedecke

This song pretty much defines me...exactly

Notes fromt the Banjo Underground

Rattlin' through a prison of introspection

From the smallest cell can spread the whole infection
And I am not one to push it all aside
For I am one to hurt, and to hide

I read the book of psalms by David
And I sometimes feel exactly the way that he did
I am no man I am a worm he cried
If I said it brought me comfort I'd have lied

Well here are notes from the Banjo Underground
Here is a worm behind the sound
When I find my little light, you know I'll let it shine
Mostly a question of time

And it's nobody's fault but mine
When I'm happy I don't prepare for other times
I've worried holes in my heart will not mend
But I wish I did not hurt my friends

Well here are notes from the Banjo Underground
Here is a worm behind the sound
When I find my little light, you know I'll let it shine
Mostly a question of time
Of time
Of time
Of time