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You follow the right direction when your vision and thinking is realistic. You can't tell that about me.
In what world do you live in a house where both your step-siblings have feelings for you? Apparently, my dysfunctional one.
My foot considered following the right direction. I don't understand how I find myself weaving my way through hordes of people that aren't my family; admittedly, my head was preoccupied with the burden of a nightmare that I was drowning into.
Everything was triple times louder than the city should be. I amble in the wrong directions no matter how much hard my brain tries to catch up with memories of the times I've been around here; I just seem lost like a left-behind tourist, bumping into people sometimes, stopping in the middle of places I cannot recogn
