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tired bored and writing once again.
somehow even in the darkest sepths of my heart i can still tell many people that i still am looking for something that im not sure ill ever find.its like my own puzzle to solve.hardly anyone knows it.this thing or person im searching for.im looking all around an yet i dont kno what i might find. or for that matter what ive found already.thinking up things i might want to say.is this something i might do almost everyday?somepeople have tried to guess things about me and yet i do not know.i think almost all the guessers have gotten it wrong.sometimes i feel different things yes different from any one else.at least that i know of.i get really bored and start typing away at my keyboard again. its like i hav nothing better to do at the moment so why not?eh.im just really really bored.and tired.laugh away people.i dont really care for now.just wanted to write or something i guess.
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