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./~ Well it's a most peculiar feeling,
like sunburn in the evening
With dark clouds on their way
And you think it's most unlikely life could ever shine as brightly
Once the sun has gone and the pressure's on
And the rain is here again ~\.

./~ Well I throw away my sunshines,
my so-called little lifelines
Do you know what I mean? ~\.

I do not feel well. It is most probably my fault. I am not happy.

oops.

I just realised that my last post had annoying shouty questions, so I'll repost it with nonshouty questions in a minute, and possibly behind a lj-cut tag.

Survey, stolen from Sagima, with bits cut out.

( and as everyone else has lj-cut it I guess I'd better )