theres too much of things that i'd prefer to tell someone but i figure that it will be better i let it rot inside me, where the idea and the thoughts is twisted enough to bend your straight thoughts of me.
and if i'm telling means i wanted a reaction, which i rarely get. most of them were blanks and silent.
don't worry, think i have enough good memory to blog about. i hope.
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blur and blank.
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