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Everything I wanted to think about gets lost everytime I want to remember. I blame STM.
I'm reassured now. But a better reassurance would be to lend you my umbrella while I walk in the rain. It's a great feeling.
'It' works in mysterious ways doesn't it?
Are people complaining that my posts are too hard to decipher?
Don't try to change me. This is how I feel currently. I 'may' return to my usual self when everyone's gone.
Get the hint?
12:38 AM