Something just reminded me
of something else
But I don't know what it was that
reminded me of it, and
I don't know what it was it reminded me of
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The me there is to see
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- Cecilie.
- I probably won't go bald. I hate it when paper is ripped and not cut. Especially when toilet paper rips. I adore red lipstick and nailpaint. I will probably continue to have a dark sight of life even when it one day finally decides to behave. I love music. I love words. I love forming music with words. I have synesthesia which makes me infinitely more cool than you. Most of the time I just wish to curl up in a corner and hide. What I write here might be the truth and it might be fiction, and it might be a mix of both. If you recognize yourself you might be in the blog, or you might not. I might or might not know.
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