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i think there's something very very wrong with me.

there has got to be an explanation to why i do psychotic, potentially catastrophic things and not think twice about it.

i cannot possibly be that hungry for attention.

there has got to be a reason why i live outside the glass dome, and i need to figure it out.

sidenote.
i think i'm losing my

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this is what happens
when the paint dries up. this is where the little
creatures in my head vanish.