2022 09 02 2

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i can barely recall my photoshops. or poems. or music. so i dont feel like any of them. im a clown. thats all. a chameleon. but i dont fit in. anywhere. whats the difference between enemy and friend. really. there is none. things change. if i could live my life again i could be like my sister. holy fuck mother of god no fucking way. billig fattig etc.