By The Way
I want to drill a hole in my head. I’m not lonely but at the same time I am. They can hear me but they don’t want to. Maybe I should move away from them. From everyone. She doesn’t love me, she doesn’t even exist. I’ve got everything I dreamt about but it’s not enough. They say you can’t buy happiness. It’s bullshit. You can. But will it be enough…
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я дурак
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Et ego puer, ego convertam in August XIV, non est una puella, ego vere similis illi, quia non sum locutus sed FORMIDULOSUS et quia tunc non solvit operam. Puto me non morietur si mea fiet, et non fiet ei egestas saliva lupae.