Title: Valgfritt

Text: Motion sickness has me spinning; vertigo, and it's dizzying. As if You could decide anyway. What if I decided I don't want to say anything? Thinking of the solace in my head's like a home to me; cycling through the phases keeps me wondering endlessly. I don't know if I can bear with it. Dejection seizes comfort. Guess it doesn't matter; I'm already exposed to this evil phenomenon. Rescind my life. Hver avsnitt vil være en test.

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