We all want some ice cream. But not frozen, icy chunks, because that's just like disgusting flavored ice.
Am I depressed? I get up at random times to eat ice cream. I heard that's what depressed people do. And it's how you get plumpy.
I see myself falling into a deep sleep, but the sleep almost looks like a hole. G'night.
Some colors don't look right. Everything looms instagramed, and gray turns to green.
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