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there are a few constants in my life; my soft nails that break at the most classic of times, the shitfests that occur when i take dairy products in the mornings, the resentment i have towards the monotony and rock-solid roles that always go unfilfilled, and the legacy of broken hearts i leave behind.

there was a stream, just a teeny weeny stream, and the stream was on its way. and the moon hung high in the clear blue sky and all was bright and gay

"you're like a double-edged sword"

i'm sorry. i'm so sorry. i'm so sorry.

by the end of this limping stroll, there will be no more cotton candy blues