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Sometimes I think about. High buildings, moving cars or bridges with beautiful scenery. I have this saviour complex, an rubix cube lover.   Destructive distractions are a pass time, I have an infatuation with underdogs. Blowing bubbles, I like to swim against them.   Purgatory is my sanctuary. Pain is paradise, numb to most. Inflicting paper cuts for fun.   The caring nature of a broken soul, is a laughable misery.
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Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 6:20 AM UTC
Self Diagnosed
Sometimes I think about. High buildings, moving cars or bridges with beautiful scenery. I have this saviour complex, an rubix cube lover.   Destructive distractions are a pass time, I have an infatuation with underdogs. Blowing bubbles, I like to swim against them.   Purgatory is my sanctuary. Pain is paradise, numb to most. Inflicting paper cuts for fun.   The caring nature of a broken soul, is a laughable misery.
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22/F/Birmingham
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 6:20 AM UTC
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