My head really hurts. I'm getting pretty worried about the thoughts and the pain.
Not sure if I'm too ugly to get into the imperfect heaven of 640.
I just have nothing worth saying.

Am I really this broken.
Can I be this selfish?
Am I too fucked up?
How could this have happened?

I'm torn in every direction. I need to breath fresh air. I need something new.

Why won't he look at me? Did I mess up? All I want is to thrive.

Potter, how do I make

My life is like a pond right now. Snow is melting leaving me full after a winter. Cold and stagnant.

SSgt Nap is in some sort of passive state. I'm not sure if it's simply observation or I said the perfectly wrong thing the other day, out of falsly named agee.
I can't catch you.

Forgetting this be my hand.

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