Your questions are not questions. It has a fixed answer. If answered wrongly, I'll die. Or maybe, another war. Hate wars. Nah I'm okay with wars. I hate keeping up the mess. You're the mess. Fuck. Voice our thoughts? Bullshit! No such thing. No such thing. Such a miserable life, when you're forced to say "yes. Yes. Ok. Yes." All the time.
Lucky to have a blog.
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