the world is on fire

the world is
solution
maybe then mediation anything what everyone else says is
someone tell between
everything is a fake
i hope i me
someone
someone get me anymore but lose myself and i will lose you that is all me out of this
i not is as easy as breathing
need what it is i know and want lying good and right and what it is i
to him means i myself
i don’t used to navigating on my own
will sense of it
i will not be need them
don’t need that don’t need am right no one change even if I me
this is not i help me fine
this is lying to loved me anyway
everyone get i all done
i will make leaves me
so will it you
even if i not all right
am nothing is all right
lying to him die tonight
maybe then
peace
maybe then a change for you
i will too

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About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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