It's terrifying to feel like you have no self control.
I want them to believe me but I haven't shown any proof, have I? Too late to believe in myself. I think of time as death and I am already at the tipping point. I want to think there is use in words again.
I need to buy a nice camera. One that doesn't take pictures that look like the mush and trash on the beach in Chile.
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