they are pulling my hair, arms, my leg... and i’ve heard some even eat your liver; right in front of you.
anyways i am a visual person. Literary. if this blog decides to become real, then it needs to change its shoes. I don’t like it.
isn’t it horrible that i chose things to become real? "i give them life", with a naive misconception of them not existing without my permission. It seems like i’ve forgotten it has all already begun, and i am behind.
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"show me yours i'll show you mine
how many times are we actually going to fall for this trick?
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