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Smashingly exspensive staplers seperate my anxiety from over eating. I killed myself in a dream and woke up alive. Its been to long since words were expelled from my brain so in my dream i drowned in silence. Continuous statements in regards to myself, isnt that all we ever write anywau. Isnt thay all thats right anyway. Isnt the world always right anyway. My left hand hurts. Amidextriousness counts foe grammar too. I never envy anyone who isnt already dead. Not beacause they are dead beacause they stop caring. They stoped caring. They stopped they stopeded scaring. They arent going to stop scaring. Why dont we all stop caring. This is where my life transitions?