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i honestly have nothing to say about myself.
i just can't find the words.
the trees, like lungs, filling with air. my sister - the mean one - pulling my hair.
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i honestly have nothing to say about myself.
i just can't find the words.
the trees, like lungs, filling with air. my sister - the mean one - pulling my hair.
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failure is authentic, and because it’s authentic, it’s real and genuine, and because of that, it’s a pure state of being.
— douglas coupland, hey nostradamus!
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