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[shesailswithme]

i'm lucky and undeserving and lonely, i feel like term papers and joy division and water. there's one reason why i don't like the thought of my life ending, and it's good enough for me. my crying now is made worthless by my crying all the time, they look the same but they're not. i want to run away and live on the planitx bus. it doesn't exist.

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[perfected_sound]

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but you have the best interests in all of livejournal.