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Among the first scraps I submitted, was a page that had some bad photoshopped coloring to it. Well, the rest of the pages were still just sitting around, so I decided to share them, despite being repeatitive and vague.
"Looking back in my mind. There is a place.
-what I should do. When every thought I'm thinking of is you. Why does it have to be this way? (Illegable) I can't clear my mind and write. Too many memories bursting into my eyes all at once. Everything is too loud. I guess I just don't understand about those complexities in your mind. I guess I just don't understand why this world seems so unkind. I guess I just don't understand about what you want and what you need. I guess I just don't understand about why this how and has to be. Five:eleven am. It's already blue out. Why am I always doing this to myself? God, damn this noise inside my fucking head.
June Second; V.2
Okay, maybe I was thinking a little too much. I feel better (slightly) now. Fuck. Everything you said would never change is so different now. And I guess, even over all this time, I still feel the same. I'm a loser-shut up. (Illegable) I was only just talking to * a while ago. It's just so hard, now. Every moment spent looking into those eyes is that of a millenia spent in bliss. But it means nothing to her. I'm long forgotten these days."

Among the first scraps I submitted, was a page that had some bad photoshopped coloring to it. Well, the rest of the pages were still just sitting around, so I decided to share them, despite being repeatitive and vague.

*I don't like using others names. It aggravates me and I tend to be a private person.

Description
Among the first scraps I submitted, was a page that had some bad photoshopped coloring to it. Well, the rest of the pages were still just sitting around, so I decided to share them, despite being repeatitive and vague.
"Looking back in my mind. There is a place.
-what I should do. When every thought I'm thinking of is you. Why does it have to be this way? (Illegable) I can't clear my mind and write. Too many memories bursting into my eyes all at once. Everything is too loud. I guess I just don't understand about those complexities in your mind. I guess I just don't understand why this world seems so unkind. I guess I just don't understand about what you want and what you need. I guess I just don't understand about why this how and has to be. Five:eleven am. It's already blue out. Why am I always doing this to myself? God, damn this noise inside my fucking head.
June Second; V.2
Okay, maybe I was thinking a little too much. I feel better (slightly) now. Fuck. Everything you said would never change is so different now. And I guess, even over all this time, I still feel the same. I'm a loser-shut up. (Illegable) I was only just talking to * a while ago. It's just so hard, now. Every moment spent looking into those eyes is that of a millenia spent in bliss. But it means nothing to her. I'm long forgotten these days."

Among the first scraps I submitted, was a page that had some bad photoshopped coloring to it. Well, the rest of the pages were still just sitting around, so I decided to share them, despite being repeatitive and vague.

*I don't like using others names. It aggravates me and I tend to be a private person.