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Purple pen Cursive handwriting Voices Laughter Sadness Joy Binaries Are what life is made of. Not too much in between. Completely addicted. Or utterly sober. Joyously happy & content Or gray skys sad Too much energy to sit down Not enough energy to think Hot as ***** Or cold as the titanic. When will we be able to find something in the middle? They made me take a medication to put me in the middle. Don’t know if it works. Because sometimes I don’t have any emotions at all. I’d be content with staring at the wall.
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Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 1:01 PM UTC
Purple Pen
Purple pen Cursive handwriting Voices Laughter Sadness Joy Binaries Are what life is made of. Not too much in between. Completely addicted. Or utterly sober. Joyously happy & content Or gray skys sad Too much energy to sit down Not enough energy to think Hot as ***** Or cold as the titanic. When will we be able to find something in the middle? They made me take a medication to put me in the middle. Don’t know if it works. Because sometimes I don’t have any emotions at all. I’d be content with staring at the wall.
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Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 1:01 PM UTC
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