I think there's something wrong with me. I have been talking in my sleep and my patience alternate as if I'm schizo. I know i'm a slavedriver yet I am so slack. I think I stink; I really do.
mylittlecorneroftheworld
the nothing is swiftly eating up this world. there is no shelter from it. soon my little corner will cease to exist

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