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[yas_the_spaz]

and now all that's left is hidden meanings, broken hearts and inuendos. it's alright if you didn't get it. this makes no sense. mostly it's not even about anything just me random feelings emotion memories events really terrible poetry and things all jumbled together. a mess... yes...

it's ok. you do what you have to so you don't feel guilty or responsible. i understand. the easy way out is called that for a reason.

to tie up loose ends... the big puddle of blood i saw in front of the house... the house now has wheelchair ramps installed all round it... still not sure what happened...
i guess the point i'm trying to make here... sometimes you never really know...

i don't know.

i'm sorry if anyone actually reads this inane blubbering. blah blah blah.

the end.x