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There are two ways in my head, each way is a dead-end. I would be hung like an unwanted cloth at the corner of the fancy store, and at last...
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i bake my own bread for breakfast, i craft everything i could think of, i watch arsenal, i dream of alaska, and i befriend old cameras. my world rotates on september.

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