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I am a bit. Of this and that. Amateur of life and passion. Hypocrite. Lazy shadow. I create realities that won't hurt me much for I do not fit to what is. Projecting untouchable images. Wasting time. Don't do it with me. It's the only thing we can do together besides anticipating death. And not doing it alone with voices in your head just kills the mood. You all just leave and shut the door. Wannabe takes a leap, slowly drifting in the air.

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