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moody, broody, sad, weird
ladyalastrina
I BURIED SPLINTERED DREAMS IN SILVERED SANDS MADE FROM FRUSTRATED TEARS,

BROKE MY WILL AND EGO TO FIT INTO THE CAN'T BOX TO MAKE YOU HAPPY

ARE YOU HAPPY WITH ME NOW?


[Sorry about the caps.  I copy/pasted from an email.  No, this isn't directed at anybody specific; this is merely a simple reaction to past memories of certain patterns I used to do.]

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