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Messed Up Thoughts

Messed Up Thoughts

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Don't read this it's all messed up... How tiring it is to swim in your own head. Diving the same water with the same depth its drowning me and there, I get tired. I fell inlove with tragedies. I crave heartaches and heartbreaks than the happy ever after and his infamous I love you. Do you find life meaningless as you keep on living? And at same time find it wonderful and worth living. How ironic life is... we stumble on our interlinking fate and that is what it is.
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