I cannot believe I even found the ability to confide in silicone and various computer parts. I'm sick to my stomach. It's over, it's all over. Hello, Armageddon. If I were to run, could you shoot me please? I like it slow, so aim low, preferably the stomach. My eyes are burning with the same poison that leaks into my veins. Oh god, oh god,
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