i think secretly everything is sort of like something in a way i will never be able to fully grasp, because something is nothing but nothing always means something and there's always someone who the nothing means something, and someone else who could care less about the something, and all of the nothing means nothing to someone who means something to someone who usually cares about nothing.
in the end, in the end, in the end, in the end, in the end, in the end, in the end, i'm just a broken record pretending my vinyl is still intact and my thoughts are still regulated and my hopes and dreams are still real.
weird.
-aleey.
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