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I wish I had a talent.
I wish I could write, or draw, or take pictures.
But I'm useless.
It's so much fun when the walls spin and you reminisce on days that were much better.
675 is enough to make me cry.
Black and white is a sure ticket to insomnia.
Pretty eyes are fantastic.
And I'm grounded. Not because I did it, but because other people heard about it.
If they knew the real problem, they could backtrack and find a solution.
They never want to know.
I wish I could write, or draw, or take pictures.
But I'm useless.
It's so much fun when the walls spin and you reminisce on days that were much better.
675 is enough to make me cry.
Black and white is a sure ticket to insomnia.
Pretty eyes are fantastic.
And I'm grounded. Not because I did it, but because other people heard about it.
If they knew the real problem, they could backtrack and find a solution.
They never want to know.