Ramblings

Ramblings

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I have no actual idea of what it is that I've written, but my phone busted and I don't want to lose my little ramblings, so I figured I might as well post them somewhere. Just ignore this. Or don't. I don't really care, I'm just expressing myself. It's apparently the "healthy thing to do" or something. So here's a receuil of my steep descent into existential crisis, all written in my second language because it would feel too personal to write them in the first one.
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