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Midnight(well almost) madness.

Random thoughts in my head at this second - -

Why is it only someone else's misfortunes that make you realize how lucky you are?
Why is someone else's pain the most effective balm for your own?
Isn't it strange when someone's pain moves you to tears and then THEY end up comforting you?

I had no shoes and complained , till I met a man with no feet....

Random rant --

Big shoutout to *YOU* - you spoilt overgrown brat, if you had ANY sensitivity or speck of compassion in you, you wouldn't be shooting off your mouth the way you do. The day the fates decide to teach you a lesson, the sh*t will hit the fan, and I sure as hell won't want to be around for that!

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