Why I Cried.
Sorry it took so long.
Dumb makes dumber.
Dear diary,
Tears fall, but how far do they fall before they hit the ground? One day I tried to measure it, and I found out that the more I cried I couldn't measure. Dreams are always headed into a desperate place. They're terrifying. Is there any discussion? Let's make haste. Do we need some cushion? For the waste? Those who need more say I.
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Demons discussions.