My brain keeps churning and squishing more thoughts in than I think it can hold.
When do we know to grow up? I need to know.
How can we tell when to just stop?
I'm so fucking confused.
Maybe I'll pop in a movie or something but my eyes burn too badly.









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The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter often an unconscious, but still a truthful interpreter - in the eye.
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I feel glowy all over.
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I feel glowy all over.
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Nurse Amy.
Tis known that I am a pretty piece of flesh.
- Shakespeare.
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I feel glowy all over.
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I feel glowy all over.
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