this might be the end of this place

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good luck

i am a very segmented, mixed up person. more like a houseful of discordant weirdos than a person a lot of days.

i don't know why my brain does so much of what it does. we pick up such weird rocks from the martian beaches of other people's existences, no matter the jaggedness. perpetually trying to process this in-built screen madness.

[there was more to this...more substance and weird flowy prose but, fuck, it seems so personal and exposing...and i've gotten out of this habit. my madness is my own these days and that almost seems like a shame but i'm just starting to wake back up, i feel, and...i don't fuckin know. i don't know how honest to be. it's all uncomfortable to me now.]

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