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Última publicación lun, jun 26, 2017
When I can't sleep, I look up at my white, empty ceiling and just stare at it. While I stare at it, I think of stuff. Stupid stuff, weird stuff, serious stuff, feelings, etc. I'm also quoting song lyrics that speak to my heart.
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