It's us
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Brain dump. Some thoughts are meant to be buried, for the consequence from situations. drowning our lives into whatever they can, wether drama, anxiety, pressure, hell- what I say will not make sense. Not in the slightest. It'll be terrible writing that I'll regret later. But, I'm gonna write it. Why? I don't know. I truly, don't know.
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"I hate how the human race complicates things. You're born, and then you die. The space between that is a grey area. It's a blank line. It's all up to you on how you fill the line. You can write good or bad or spontaneous or wonderful-it's up to you. The only catch is that you don't know how long that blank line is. And it sucks that I want to fit spontaneous and wonderful on that line, because for some reason, it got cut too short."
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