-the grunge side-
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Last published Tue, Jan 10, 2017
♡ - just a bunch of random thoughts that no one cares about....
♡♡ - you can call it ranting, thinking, talking, venting, trying,
♡♡♡ - or you can call it the official notebook of - no one knew aesthetic. -
but you know... it's up to you...
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This is where I let everything out-the chaos, the silence, the things I can't say out loud. It doesn't judge, doesn't ask why, doesn't need explanations. It just exists, ready to catch whatever spills from my mind, whether it's broken pieces or fleeting moments of joy. It feels like talking to someone who's always there but never speaks, just listens-and somehow, that's enough.
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