Maybe I'm made for roaming
Or floating around in shackled dreams
It's not about where you're going
But where you feel you already should have been
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at night my mind does not much care if what it thinks is here or there it tells me stories it invents and makes up thinks that don't make sense I don't know why it does this stuff the real world seems quite weird enough *calvin & hobbes' - BILL WATTERSON
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