What I do is an explanation of how I feel. Time passes quickly for me, yet stands so still. I feel incapable of living. I feel I am nothing at all; yet I am the only one. There is nothing to think about, but I am thinking. There is nothing to say, but I am speaking. There is nothing to love, but I am loving. There is no controlling intellect. For
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how are you?
ily! :]
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i cant say i'm good, but i can't say im bad either..
how are you?
happy new year :]
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