We are all alone in the world and no one knows where that is, and I find that oddly comforting in a slightly terrifying kind of way.
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Froot Loops @ Midnight
PoetryI don't know why I care about your thoughts so much. Who the hell cares why you're up at three in the morning?
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We are all alone in the world and no one knows where that is, and I find that oddly comforting in a slightly terrifying kind of way.
