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I have another entry at home that I started this morning.
But somehow I feel the need to write now.
You know how I wrote the other day about everything being perfect, but how I'd crash down soon.
Well, I crashed.
But somehow I feel the need to write now.
You know how I wrote the other day about everything being perfect, but how I'd crash down soon.
Well, I crashed.
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