deep thoughts for some, shit from a depressed teen for others
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☄️ sometimes i think.
🌊 and i write down these thoughts on the paper.
➰ or rather on the pixels.
💙 and finally they come to you.
🌀 so enjoy your reading.
🔹or not.
🐳 finally, who cares ?
🧢 kiss you.
🥤 on the left hand.
📘 because i m the devil in disguise.
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