I never fail to
analyze things so much that their beauty is gone and all that is left
is the peices I've torn it to. I think to much. I write to much. I care
too much. All I want to do is disconnect myself from the world and go
somewhere else. but I can't do it because I'm too afraid. Afraid of what? the unknown. I'm not brave and I'm done
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*huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuug*
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