Since the day I met you my veiws on life have been changing. Everyday I slowly come to hate the very beleifs that once served as the gule holding my world together. I don't feel like me anymore. I'm rude, proud, and unaware of the beauty that once existed in everything I was lucky enough to be a witness to, including myself.
And here's the funniest part-
Whenever I'm around you, I don't think I could feel be more perfect.
Anonymous
06:35:23 PM
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that sounds almost completly hippocritical/oxymoronish? I wonder if you feel perfect because you reconize the fact that you are not perfect and neither is everything around you. the realization of that fact might be overwhelming..but who am I to judge? I know someone who is easily swayed by propaganda. Maybe this person is a massive source of propaganda.
take a step back, is what this person saying actually that disrupting?
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