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They remind me of wind up cars in motion. The way they spin and turn and jockey for positions. And I want to scream out that it is all nonsense. And that their lives are one track, and can't they see how it is all pointless?
But then, my knees give under me. My head feels weak and suddenly it is clear to see that it is not them but me, who has lost ( Read more... )
But then, my knees give under me. My head feels weak and suddenly it is clear to see that it is not them but me, who has lost ( Read more... )
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-jen.xx
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sometimes you have to.
i hope you're okay. if you ever want to talk, i'm here.
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