Nowadays it just seems like I was born in the wrong time. Like, what the fuck such a dreamer; with all her romantic ideals, is doing here ? I feel alone in this world ruled by sex’n’lie, like it’s all that’s left. Poetry, romantic speeches in movies, flowers; where the fuck have these things been left to ? The greatest beauty of this world has been lost for a long time now, and it freaks the hell out of me. Where will I end up ?
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