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[messiahjim]

My eyes of Horus keep scabbing.
I'm going to class, whatever.
I have a bad feeling everytime people say they want to talk, it feels like they're leading me on. Makes me paranoid.
I have lost sensation in the tips of my index fingers. I don't know why.
And I'm in love.
Goddamnit.

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[anonymous]

Well boy, we did talk, didn't we? For two hours, we talked.

Also, if I didn't know what you were talking about, that first sentence would have been quite metaphoric. Or gross.

Goddamnit, I'm in love too.