Dear Contacts,
Oh, how you toy with me! Such a blessing to give me sight but then just rip whenever you wish. You walk a fine line between love and hate.
Love,
Lynna
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This is just a look into the twisted diary that lives inside my head ranting (sometimes inappropriately) about objects that most likely are undeserving of my rage.
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