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I have no words.

here you come again.

Dear

Life,

Stop picking on me.

Thanks,
Tara

OKBY

The aim of waking is to dream.

Yes. Now.

That's it.
I am doing whatever I want.

You know where.

Let's go!

Better.

Thank you for reminding me.

Arf.

Dear
Life,

Your sense of timing is lamentable.

Love,
Tara