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Perceptions.

My perceptions on things keep changing regularly. One minute I'll think highly of something, then, I'll realise that I never felt that thing in the first place. Maybe I'm just pretending to like anything when in actual fact I don't like anything anymore.

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Posted by : ELMH on Saturday, 14 February 2009 | |

 

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