Me, Myself, and I
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Last published Sat, Aug 3, 2024
All sorts of creatures have ways of coping, or dealing with a things. Some become extremely violent, others ignore as if it never happened, some find help... But me, myself, and I, have decided that this will become my new therapy session. My euphoric/despairing escape place. I was inspired by a great artist NF, he envelops himself in his music to cope with his issues. Many feel like he speaks for them and maybe writing about the distorted things that happen my life or just how I feel things will also speak for others.. Maybe show them that they're not alone in this big sphere of dust.
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