why do i so often feel like the star of a tragic cinematic endeavor when clearly my life is wondeful? why do these waves of sadness wash over me when there are people dying and starving and sleeping without a roof? have i become so out of touch that i truly am the center of my own universe? for my own sake, i sincerely hope not. to the eye of an
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*shrugs*
I dunno, that's what I blame everything on.
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