Sometimes I ask why I exist. I gloom in wonder for hours, without an appetite, religiously losing my sanity. Sometimes it feels as if I am forever lost and trapped in oblivion, searching for a way out, and I can only stop searching (
until all is lost into the beauty of the day )
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hahaha.
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hahaha. i sound like a guy (or even worse, a lesbian) smooth-talking his way.
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*evil-maniacal-grin*
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