Midnight Writings.
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(FOR ANYONE THAT KNOWS ME IRL. IM SORRY OF WHAT HAPPENS HERE DOESNT MESH WITH THE WAY YOU SEE ME) Sometimes I can't sleep. Sometimes I'm so filled with this weird sense of... existential dread... And I feel the need to write.
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