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[poignancy]

I’m lonely. The loneliness is palpable and poignant. I have it all, in the sense of green eyes shaded in brand name sunglasses.

This was placed here for yesterday, it was written ten years from now. I can't predict the future, but I pretend to-- and I deserve to be perfect cursive in an intellectual's twentieth notebook.

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[anonymous]

Lei lascia il veleno nel suo cuore. Rompe la sua anima, le sue marche che sanguina.