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[chernobal3]

Incandecant bulbs illuminate the holes at the center of my heart. Yes, that's where cupid left his mark. Perhaps he's blind. Perhaps he's farce. And just when I think that I have shaken these demons from my head, they pop up most unexpectly and prevent me from keeping my eyes shut. Turning over doesn't help. So the machine is on again

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[obscure___]

don't you dare give up hope, because trust me, the worse you feel now means you'll only feel that much better later once you finally do find her. And i know you will, you's a smart boy. hope all is well in chernobyl-ville.