I don't want to
d.i.e,
i'm not su.ic.id.al
but I don't want to make Conjectures. Theorize.
Believe. I want to know. What is on the other
side. Because I Anguish. Distress. Agonize at the thought
that this might be the only life I will experience. Because
such a pathetic life does it feel.
I'm not s/ui.cid.al but this burning
curiosity, desire, is eating me from my very
core...crawling consuming my being. Maybe there
is in fact something wrong.
vulcanoid · 9 years ago
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honestly same....