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If I called a psychic hotline, could the disembodied voice on the other end of the line give me some secret to my future? Or should I try the palm readers so ubiquitous throughout the seedier parts of town late at night? Maybe they can read the clues sketched onto my hands and point me in the direction of the path I'm meant to be on. Can I find a crystal ball gazer and have her look deep into the swirling mists of myself? Tell me ma'am, am I doing anything at all right? I suppose I'm meant to be content wandering aimlessly along, with no one to whisper secrets in my ear as I go.   But tell me ma'am, does it drive everyone as mad as it's driving me?
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 10:11 PM UTC
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If I called a psychic hotline, could the disembodied voice on the other end of the line give me some secret to my future? Or should I try the palm readers so ubiquitous throughout the seedier parts of town late at night? Maybe they can read the clues sketched onto my hands and point me in the direction of the path I'm meant to be on. Can I find a crystal ball gazer and have her look deep into the swirling mists of myself? Tell me ma'am, am I doing anything at all right? I suppose I'm meant to be content wandering aimlessly along, with no one to whisper secrets in my ear as I go.   But tell me ma'am, does it drive everyone as mad as it's driving me?
Amberlynne
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 10:11 PM UTC
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