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May 2017
Craving white noise or at least a little more silence from the pale person on the other side of the once white wall I'm hiding behind.
It's a Sunday so why can't you speak in your church voice instead you're part of the choir. Leave this heathen in heavenly solitude instead of verbalising every thought that has ever transpired, opinions that any other would have aborted or edited to sound less stupid.
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