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You and I, we've spent all day tromping around in the snow. We can't feel our feet, our hands are numb. But we don't care, because we're together. We head inside and build a fort and pile it to the top with blankets. We sit inside for what feels like an eternity, because we can't see the clock. We're sipping something warm and talking about everything and really we're just so glad we're alive.
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It involves you, a road trip and lots of giggling.
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That I am, my fine feathered friend.
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Does your face even make sense to you?
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Why is your face getting defensive?
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My face isn't angry! It's called brooding.
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Yes. Yes I do.
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Touche me, touche.
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Because. Most people look down upon this kind of behavior.
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Sadly, yes, yes I am.
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I play guitar, I watch really nerdy shows on the internet, I exercise (sometimes more then I should), I have miniature dance parties, I conduct orchestras that reside entirely in my head, I direct movies that no one else will ever see, I orchestrate epic fights and battles (Usually following the formula: Good > Bad. Good guy = 15xBad guys. And the either the good guy beats the bad guys easily, or dies in the end (Depending on my mood)) and then I suck it up and face the demons. Hahahahaha
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If I forget to keep myself occupied... I pick myself apart and look at all the pieces of my.
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Ikirak’s Bio
My face is a mass of incandescent gas.
