I guess I do have a teeny sense of the sacred scattered randomly across my interests like shrapnel from an exploded soul or something. That’s a good phrase. I should write an emo poem titled ‘shrapnel from an exploded soul.’
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What are some that you’ve stoped caring about?
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It’s a secret
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