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[youshouldntcare]

Nothing is quite clear inside my liquid mind. The dreams of a fool come back to haunt me and suddenly I feel alone. Everything seems so frail and beautiful right now, everything's extreme and I don't mind. I guess I never really do. So much was written but so little is said, it's funny how that can happen sometimes.

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[joswords]

psycho...

Just needed to leave a comment on your journal, seeing as how this is a very rare opportunity.