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Thinking isn't painful. Only if it hurts.
My head' like a cake, becomes cold when there's no sun.
I wish I can't smell rats.
Almost words.
60th day of winter.
Having a life for nothing is a waste. It is only purple.
67th.
Nobody can play over the master
piece is a whole in a wood
that comes along and flaters
'cause secrets are strong for good.
5th ice. 11 of M.
I need to write in somewhere.
Ineed to write something.
Life is an unendless puzzle.
Pieces of happiness and discoveries.
Habits of people, habits of hobbies.
What's it all about ?
Nobody can ever answer all questions.
Uncertain rock.