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in short i will repeat myself: you don't know who i am. you write a narrative in which you're the pure and tragic lead, and i'm the lost and struggling climax through which you display your deeds of psuedo romance. you are projecting, you're projecting, and if you bothered to consider me you'd see i'm more than just a screen.
meanwhile real life thunders on, and i'm left with vague and trailing words that perpetuate emotional influenza. i will repeat myself: you do not know me, and frankly (obviously) you don't care to.
meanwhile real life thunders on, and i'm left with vague and trailing words that perpetuate emotional influenza. i will repeat myself: you do not know me, and frankly (obviously) you don't care to.