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My head is a drum.
Or, at least, it will be. I have beats and rhythms pulsing through my head almost every second. I move to my own groove, as basic as that beat it is.It comforts me to write something. Just simply punching down each word … -
And my face looked like it had been put through a wheat thresher.
I really couldn't see, honestly. I stumbled around quite a bit, looking for the door, desperately. No one around me seemed to care, but I guess it was interesting for them to see my face dripping red. It was on my hands,…
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