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might be a mute

by @moonwalker

I said a million things in my life, maybe more, but most of the things I've said have been ignored. I don't consider myself a medical expert, by any means, but surely this must be a sort of disease. I keep trying to talk, waiting to express who I am, but what I failed to realize is that no one really gives a damn.
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goofy nonstop cathartic bullshit that I make

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