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25.5.02 

i'd like to discover the meaning of my life, i really would. but i can only take so many typos before deciding that i'll just figure it out on my own.

23:04

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  • she was there every morning. huddled in a torn bl...
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  • flowers are pretty.
  • The girl who's like a bird flinging herself i...
  • i've been waking often the past nights, though usu...
  • the clock blinked a sadistic 3AM when i finished t...
  • they were measuring my arm. last time, they were ...
  • a picture of my sister came fluttering out of a le...
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