Gotcha.
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They say you can’t get over it until you write about it.
Break out the Specifics!
And thoust that learned to love thine brackets, persist; in.almighty duties. To keep going creatively.
And the non-starry. The no-brite-endings. The take we dared never told and I already told and life persists with you. And everyday you are here. And still here is an after-thought and never mandatory and always the same!
Forgotten Puzzle Piece.
How dare you let me make make history and win an academy-award BUECAUSE I GOT BORED and wanted you to know why I don’t fall asleep until I’ve made the blankets up
And I always come up with new ways.
Haunted Videos & Screenshot Stories.
Play with me! I mean it.
Lovers of Psychological Thrillers.
Please.
I sleep so well and I don’t understand why but it’s my, they’re my sleepytime movies.
Study with me?
Oh boy.
For the Fire-Nation.
Cultural Alignments or Not, Dawg.
Archer to Lion, even if prefer Archery..is Fire.
Ya know what I mean, I dawgg-.eth.
In Smart Shuffle, bc I wanna share.
What’s on your mind?
for the bunker.
Make them
NON-CHRONOLOGICAL AS HELL.
THEN SKIP THE TRACK.
BRITER ALREADY.
display.
I’m never sure of myself.
in my regrets, I’m always studying. B
Righter paths and virtue I deemed obsolete in tonals of old maths. And I choose no requiem to the devastation of watching wars torns in paths of quakes and -dimensional in red/green veils of all your blindness and you think shades of black, grey, taupe, +SLATE. Have left you blind?
I started this way.
I can show you every way I’ve done this and I remind you, I still-study. Please. Study with me.!? Ont you see how important it’s become in regularity and the vacation is here yesterday, nigh, narry, nowhere, and i.know.where we’ve done this. 87 year . 7 years ago. You know I’ve told you, and you’ve trained. We’ve trained 9 years to know I don’t have to step at 13.total. I can stop at 892 in the fourth&cycle of how I got this far. To-
Keo-learning. UNKNOWN. PLEASE. STUDY WITH ME.
We’ve done this before.
Uncontrollable gesture, of some sort. In silent screams. Echo upon reverb and every little catch-your attention. I can’t keep the echo out. PLEASE, need it loud again. Can I show you how fast I’d spin those mental plates on chopsticks of shredded-bamboo-cricifi and wonder if the octopus was like a kraken or vhisnu and praise. To almightier truths that my soulas been aimed to claimed to be abandoned and got none or known left besides all thisand I want they to know him ts all I got to keep going. N
W.
NEW.
Told myself this before.
You’re allowed to be afraid.
I want you to know, [self.], you’ve seen true-fear.
You never abandoned this, even for just-studying.
Meantforthis.
just to act like I
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