Author: Kane Lesser
You made it - I was waiting. Now that you're here, let's chat. Common sense is an oxymoron, though I hold belief it exists in minuscule quantities out there somewhere. I write, I cry, I get mad, I throw things, I tell you exactly what I think. It is a blessing; it is a burden in my head that refuses to allow me sleep. I welcome all here.
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