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Dear Diary, I feel like an apocalypse is going on inside my brain.
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| Yo, strean bean. How's it hangin ? | |
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Nothing seems right and it's impossible to think.
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| What's eating you ? You look as though your heart's been ripped in two by a pack of hungry hyenas. | |
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I only wish my friends weren't as supportive.
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| Literally ? Wicked ! I'll go get some dip. | |
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