When your soul flies it flew into me. We're already the same.
Well this is ri-goddamn-diculous. I'm sick and I can't think. I'm just writing this so that I don't feel like I got absolutely nothing done in the last four days. Feel like shit. No energy, and no resolve to see anyone or anything. I just want to curl up, go to sleep and never wake up. Bliss is so damn simple in theory, just extremely difficult to find and hold on to in practice. Goodbye.
What do you want your last word to be?
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