

raw_thoughtsswallowing whole. its taking everything. killing my dream softly. everyday its discouraging im discouraged/dammmit. why cant this voice just be free what stubborn idiotic dumbass force is pushing me towards the bottom. I drown. I drown in silence because everyone is too loud. and icant be loud. or could i? because thefeeling in the heart and mind desires. could desires become ability? perhaps. but theres some wall in the way of it all. SHY QUIET. MEEK. FAKE. LATE. WORTHLESS. what? whats wrong with me? why do I put myself down when I want to rise? I wantraw_thoughts
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Pray tell me: why is a raven like a writing desk?
Ernie: Shh! He's goin' for the cherries!
Lars: I thought you said mice like Gouda.
Ernie: Not in the morning! Cheese tires them out. They need fruit for energy.
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Pray tell me: why is a raven like a writing desk?
Ernie: Shh! He's goin' for the cherries!
Lars: I thought you said mice like Gouda.
Ernie: Not in the morning! Cheese tires them out. They need fruit for energy.
oh, i didn't think to leave a comment. i'll fix that.
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Pray tell me: why is a raven like a writing desk?
Ernie: Shh! He's goin' for the cherries!
Lars: I thought you said mice like Gouda.
Ernie: Not in the morning! Cheese tires them out. They need fruit for energy.
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Bad times can make you bitter or better...
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Pray tell me: why is a raven like a writing desk?
Ernie: Shh! He's goin' for the cherries!
Lars: I thought you said mice like Gouda.
Ernie: Not in the morning! Cheese tires them out. They need fruit for energy.
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