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jonas whitney adam kara driskill audra

 
i keep thinking i will see him around. its crazy isnt it?

i sometimes think that he is around, waiting, watching, whatever... it doesnt matter. i tend to have these tendancies for conspirecies and phrophesies. i tend to have these ideas that lead to my imagination; in with a freight train of paranoya.

i guess thats not really me, but its funny to think right? right now thinking that i have a side to me i dont know. know that i will never quite grasp why it is even there. there waiting for a reason for it to exist. exist only in imagination.

to ramble.
failing to fight back my random thoughts.

its a time now i guess to wonder exactly it is that i keep thinking ill see. i suppose it doesnt matter. but what if it did? what if it was the time of my life, and the battle was ragnarock?

what if right?



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