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[pennywhistle]

My room is comfortably small with rubber lining the walls and there's someone always calling my name. He calls when I'm alone and he calls when I'm not home and he calls when I'm stuck out in the rain. I'm insane. I'm insane. I'm insane.

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Well, that's a coincidence...

[elynne.livejournal.com]

I was born in a lighthouse, my mother was the sea. I called school each morning, as it occurred to me that life's just a mood ring we're not allowed to see, and this is what it said to me: