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You're about to view something that maybe terribly opinionated,
about 634 cats are killed in the making of this blog, and 356 hours of PI has been done to credit this blog
The insanity level and mundane level is never on par, there would be paramedics of course, if you have a housephone/hp/whichever way
you feel it's most comfortable to save your own life. So eat your bibimbap while reading this ingenious blog of mine, it probably makes
your stay more bearable.
Viewers discretion is advised.
SCREAM LIKE THERE'S NO TMR.
{ Saturday, September 20, 2008
10:02 AM }
someone
anyone
everyone
somewhere
anywhere
outthere
can you hear me?
can you hear my plastic heart breaking?
can you see my tears drying up?
can you feel the sorrows i'm enduring?
can you...
can you...?
alone on purpose.
dont try to save me
because you know you can't.
isolated on purpose
dont try to pry
because there isn't any point to it.
emo on purpose
dont try to question why
because i did it on purpose.
berlindaang
i'm fine.
if you can read in between the lines.
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