I want the color of my hair to be gone. I want my own hair back. How long do I need to wait. Not being me was absolutely the worst idea ever. In general, my ideas are terrible. Consider that.
I just want to believe in sheeps again. And in the infinity nature of 14. I do believe in sheeps, but I think that's hurting me now. More than before.
I want to go back to my bubble. Real air is killing me.
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