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I wish this was a real diary.
And I could write everything that is on my mind.
But the thing is.. There is really only one thing.
And I am worried.
And I am scared.
"Don't fall away, and leave me to myself, Don't fall away and leave love bleeding in my hands, In my hands again.."
I need to draw. Or paint.
I need to be occupied.
And I could write everything that is on my mind.
But the thing is.. There is really only one thing.
And I am worried.
And I am scared.
"Don't fall away, and leave me to myself, Don't fall away and leave love bleeding in my hands, In my hands again.."
I need to draw. Or paint.
I need to be occupied.
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You will have to let it all out sometime pet.
Chin up. ;)
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