Endless
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Last published Thu, Jun 14, 2018
"I don't even love myself. So, why do you?"
"The reasons are endless."
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There is only ever really one choice in life, right or wrong.
And well, what happens when you just don't care about what falls on the right side of the spectrum.
the possibilities are endless.
My name is Alexander Kai Black, and I just don't fucking care, I really don't. And nothing will ever change that, right?
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