Existing. No more. Don't want pity. Don't expect understanding. Want something more. Don't know what. Even less knowledge of the how. Fuck it. Medding.
Wednesday, 13 October 1999
Discrion rouss airshed commano errosea.
1999-10-13T07:56:00+01:00
Russell Heilling
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