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ok its fucking spelt JUST. not yust.
you are terrified of your own death, in order to cope you're trying to fill up the world with your own conciousness. and have warped it into a interior fantasy in which you can become a film maker/artist/musician and do all these things in your own imagination. you come here and talk your utter shit and it's painful to read. but noone is really listening because that's not the point. you're talking to yourself. i wish you'd stop for our sake and your own. realising what an utter fucking retard you sound is probably outside of the realm of your self awareness though. noone understands a word of it because it is utter garbage. boring fucking garbage. you're a moron.
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