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| a chaotic gift to idealism |
i am no doubt less than all the rest. words of deep seated passion, love, joy, a long life of bliss together, are not given to me. the moon was out tonight. it did not rain above my house. i am the same as all the rest. i am less than they were. i would rather be those who i am not, those who i envy, those who were they, those certain special individuals who... fuck it i'm done... goodnight |
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