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Each and every one of us is twisted by design.
28 August 2010
I thought I ought to paint my castle yellow, so that someone would find us, because we are lost.
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Mazmo
She sat alone thinking about her life and concluded that she was completely mad, not completely accepted and ludicrously happy. Everything I write is just meaningless nonsense.
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