My brain is so dense with garbage that I am beige. Seriously, totally, and nervously myself though. My life is barren even having grasped reality. I am camouflaged so they cannot see me. They can follow me, but I have sneakers on. I run fast so I can stay alone. It's odd I know, but wise. I'm the only one who thinks, with no regrets.
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