aug 4th

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I can't believe that something that once meant so much to me, has little meaning now.

but all good things must close off eventually, and all things always come to an end.

it sucks, but it's the truth and I wish it wasn't, because I wish I had inspiration and time to continue writing, but I seriously don't. and I don't think I will again.. adulting is hard, and leaves you with no time at all.

but anyways.. I wish you all the best, thank you to all who have made me who I am (:

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