FUCK.
Life is a big deep, dark hole. And I can't get out of it. I have my world. I hate it.
Is there anything I love? I love dreaming.
I love dreaming about what could be, what should be, only to realize it's foolish. Communication is an unknown word in my life.
FUCK ALL OF YOU.
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