Life In A Book
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This is a very unnecessary insight into the life of a self-obsessed self hating addict figuring what life is, and if it is all that it is made out to be. It explores apparently interesting accidents and miracles that life has brought me and the never ending struggles of having my mind and losing it simultaneously. Let's dive into bizzare and normal memories exploring tepid emotions.
It is my human attempt at honesty which has been put up on the internet free for everyone to judge. It has discussions, interactions and one-sided tales.
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P.S. All of this sounds like a commercial.A bad one.
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