I think, therefore I am. I am conscious, I can fashion and use tools, I can imagine things I’ve never seen, I can understand equations that define the universe. And yet, the thought of a girl I knew a long time ago can make me not care about any of that.
Instead of putting a disclaimer on individual posts, I'll just say it here: Don't read this. Thanks.
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At times I'm weightless.
EvilGen!us
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At times I'm weightless.
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