How can someone stride through life, in it's infinite complexities, and retain so little? How, after so long, does this world still seem hollow and dull? Why does it feel so jaded. It's like I'm a minute or two out of sinc with the universe, always seeing, never experiencing.
Help me.
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A journey into that black and crazy place I call my brain
Please note that the company nor gaia can be held responible for any harm that may (and probably will) come to you whilst journeying through my mind. You have been warned.
Abandon all hope ye who enter here
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Think of me like a plate, that's being eternally broken and fixed; all the pieces are still there, but it's never as good as the orginal. And eventually, pieces will get lost.