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[oh_arienette]

everything we did was in vain. all of those pictures from the deep sixth grade shoe boxes, all of the grease that you washed off the ceiling to make it clean again, to paint over it, to erase it, the low-carb peanut butter you smeared on your steak.
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i create, i hate
all those things i create
but i like myself for trying.