I think too much.
Way too much.
Too much about people.
And the future.
And the past.
And the what ifs.
And the... well everything.
For god's sake.
Just shut up mind.
SHUT THE FUCK UP.
Nobody likes you anyway.
Not even I do.
And you are me.
That just goes to show you should go burn in hell.
Oh wait.
Already there.
*sigh*
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The Evolution Of A Fairly Local Trash Can's Inevitable Death Recorded On Paper
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