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| perfectly_chaotic |
I feel crippled. Unable to truly communicate. There was a time I didn't understand what it means to be a human. How foolish was I to gain a curiousity about such matters. Here I am entirely broken, breaking, break down, I can not break it down for you just how this feels. One can stand there so brazen when secretly broken. Problems can layer upon one another to make an awfully rotten cake. The mind chases its tail one way then the other until one day it catches it. Yipes. The pain hits for a moment, the chase continues. Trade one problem in for another. Just shuffle the deck and drop the same 52 cards, count em, they will be there every time. Maybe a new nick or two but hell I'm getting older too. |
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