I've Fallen Out Of Favor And I've Fallen From Grace, Fallen From Trees And I've Fallen On My Face

I was so close, but in the end it doesn't even matter. I'm starting to get a bit more anxious about being out and about again. I see people staring at me again, a lot. Someone partially widened their eyes the other day when they seen me, and then tried playing it off as if that was just their face.

My plantar fasciitis acting up again, I've ripped pants beyond repair. There are oddly still people rooting for me.

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