I don't really know what to think anymore.
The rain will not stop. It has wiggled it's way into my brain.
I have decided the only way to be brilliant is to be true.
Walking is theraputic and I don't care about spelling anymore.
We are dulled by our senses.
Habit is the great dead-en-er.
I love everything.
The rain will not stop. It has wiggled it's way into my brain.
I have decided the only way to be brilliant is to be true.
Walking is theraputic and I don't care about spelling anymore.
We are dulled by our senses.
Habit is the great dead-en-er.
I love everything.
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voltaire:
hello 
thelastbeliever:
I don't refer to myself in real life as "thelastbeliever" either. That would be funny it i did.