let me start with the good news[DEAD]

withholding such a horror while seeing through the facade, the cracked shells, the rhetoric language. Proximity just was me. Do some kids pace around at night? this is why the fractions remain. Expressed in filing down a constant flux. socializing in our best chance to bloom while acquitting the revolt of constant insomnia and stumbling over the fact of realizing our circumstance. --dear cutie pie, sorry i broke your fucking window.

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