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The Dime
Glamour has come to fill me with such despair, a never ending joy and pain mixed together that the world is too big for me to move. I saw 4.48 Psychosis last night. I want to create something that haunting, something that raw, something that beautiful. I want to create. But I fumble, there is something acutely missing in my hands, my words, my bones, and my dreams are stuck somewhere else.


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