Say, its only a paper moon sailing over a cardboard sea. but it wouldn't be make-believe if you believed in me
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watashi ni tsuite:
- silent screamer
- time for a change. So in recent times i have experienced a series of setbacks in my life journey or whatever cliche you want to use. this blog has proved to be extremely therapeutic for setbacks in the past, so here we go.
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